“Of course we were. We didn’t just deposit Vitya outside your warehouse and leave,” he says solemnly.
He glances around at my men. “I must say, I’d expected more. They told me to be careful. But really, the warning seems rather unnecessary.”
My men bristle at the insult but they know damn well we’re badly outnumbered and outgunned.
Matvei stands a few feet away from me. His sharp eyes have been tracking the Yakuza men. He’s looking for weak links.
“Maybe they know more than you do,” I say pointedly.
“Or maybe they just severely overestimated you.”
I grit my teeth but this line of conversation is a dead end. I have too many other questions in need of answering.
“Why take Vitya?” I ask.
Eiko looks distastefully at the partially filled-in grave. “He was useful while he lasted,” he rep
