Chapter 69
She pulled the trigger.
The gunshot shattered the night. Konstantin jerked backward, the impact spinning him against the van.
But he didn't fall.
Didn't bleed.
Didn't die.
"No," she breathed, understanding hitting her too late.
Konstantin straightened slowly, pulled open his shirt. Body armor. Of course. The old man hadn't survived fifty years in this world by being careless.
"Did you really think," he said, smiling through the pain of the impact, "that I'd come here unprotected?"
The ropes binding him fell away. Not tied as securely as they'd thought. Or maybe he'd been working them loose the whole time, waiting for his moment.
This moment.
Viktor and Nadia were moving, reaching for weapons. Too slow. Konstantin was faster than he should be for a man his age, faster
