Upstairs, ten women bound for hell. And at least three talent spotters like Vlad. “Only two Russians?”
“Maybe a guard, too, I don’t know.”
Ten women at risk and a whole covey of bad guys waiting to be bagged. Dawna hated to pass that up. In the mirror, she saw her narrowed eyes, bared teeth. Another huntress, just like Stela. No wonder Stela had made her nervous—Dawna knew too well the hazards of a go-for-broke playing style.
Although the stakes were bigger than Dawna had figured, she hated relying for backup on the second stringers outside in the van. But maybe she didn’t have to. She pulled the cellphone from her satchel, tapped in Brian’s number. He answered at the first ring. “Change of venue,” Dawna said.
“I know where you are,” Brian replied. “Wire’s working and the surveillance
