He grins and gives me the finger again. One of my black jeeps roll up behind the BMW, and I give Konstantin and Alexi a salute where they’re sitting up in the front of the vehicle.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” I say grimly.
Matvei and I get into the BMW, and we set off towards the gala. According to my navigator, we should be there in twenty minutes.
“You sticking with your off-the-cuff plan?” Matvei asks as we drive, regarding me coolly. His expression gives nothing away but I know him well enough to know he’s worried.
I nod. “I told you—those are always the best ones.”
“The women?” he asks. “Elyssa and Charity…?”
“What about them?”
“Where are they?”
“In the house. Where else would they be?”
“They didn’t see you leave, did they?” he asks.
I know why he’s asking. And where
