By seven fifteen, she was explaining her concerns about Keedy to Bo, Alek, and Oksana. After she outlined her plan, Alex sighed with relief. He’d overheard Boris and Vasily using an insulting nickname for Keedy, the Russian word so obscene he refused to translate. He feared the two of them had skipped dinner to plot their own move and he believed the Moldovans and Hungarians were also cooking up something. He agreed that speed was critical and suggested some fine-tuning of her proposal.
At ten minutes before eight when Keedy pushed open the conference center door, Dawna and her team were ready for him.
Oksana moaned, doubling over in her chair. Her panting was raspy and the tap water matting henna-tinted strands of hair to her forehead looked like real sweat. With a worried shake of his
