CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Viktor? It’s Ruslan.”
“Vhat you have for me?”
“Ve traced rental to business in Tampa. Trident Security. Former military. Place vell-guarded. Paranoid group.”
“Blyat! Any sign of girl?”
“Nyet.”
“Keep looking. I vant that money. Kill anyone who gets in vay.”
“Horosho.”
Viktor the Bull hung up the phone and tossed it on his desk. He was this close to getting the money the f*****g accountant had stolen from Sergei years ago. The higher-ups had written it off long ago, despite it being a lot of money, because they had plenty to burn. But thanks to a talented computer geek, fifteen million dollars was finally within Viktor’s reach. When he’d gotten the okay to off Volkov, he’d renewed his efforts to find Ivan Maier. With a bit of money thrown in the right direction twelv
