Chapter 38
They returned to Mikhail's compound the next morning. The place was a wreck, bullet holes in the walls, blood stains on the floor. The police had come and gone, writing it off as gang violence. In this part of the city, nobody asked too many questions.
Viktor and Nadia came with them, both armed despite their injuries. Nobody said it, but they all felt it. Something about that locked room felt dangerous, even now with Mikhail dead.
"It's through here," Adrian said, leading them through the destroyed office. The bookshelf had been pushed aside, revealing the door he'd photographed. Three deadbolts, all requiring different keys.
"Paranoid bastard," Viktor muttered.
"Or protecting something valuable," Nadia said.
Adrian pulled out the keys they'd found on Mikhail's body. His
