Murray stares at me blankly. I can see the effect of the drugs in his eyes.
“What about Victor Ozol?”
“What about him?”
“What do you know about him?”
“He’s a powerful man. Can’t say I’ve ever met him, though.”
“Where is he?”
“f**k if I know.”
I want to shoot this moron in the face right now. It’s a dead end, all of it. Murray’s a f*****g dead end.
Rather than do something impulsive, I walk out of the cell. Matvei follows behind. “Phoenix…”
“f**k!” I growl. I ball up a fist and punch a panel on the wall. It crunches beneath my knuckles. The sting of pain is exactly what I needed. It sharpens me. Focuses me.
“He’s nothing more than a lackey,” Matvei finishes.
I nod. “He ties up loose ends for the organization. If anyone catches him, he gets pinned for all this s**t and the organiz
