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“I do a lot of things on a daily basis,” the assassin says smoothly “You’ll have to be more specific”
Oleg glances over his shoulder to where his farits out, “Alex Volkov should be dead by now Instead, he’s running around St Petersburg, very , his voice rises in volu out who’s behind the assassination attempt”
When his wife, Annika, looks up, he gives her a s could be further from the truth
“Oleg,” she calls, “your breakfast is getting cold”
He raises a finger to indicate he needs another minute and turns his back on her “Explain toKatherine Morrell’s key card instead of snatching the woht to his army in Russia”
“Patience, old ood time”
Facing the vista of the vineyard, Oleg says, “My patience is running out So is your time”
“It will happen when I’m ready We moved too fast the first time That’s why you failed”
“Yousays
Bes laughs “You gave the order That failure is on your head, my friend”
Oleg clenches his jaw “Do you have any idea what Vladimir is capable of?”
He’s ignored two of Vladi that he was in public places and couldn’t speak, but Vladimir expects him to call back and soon He’ll want a report on what the fuck rong this time
“I do, as a matter of fact,” Bes says, his tone dry “If you don’t want the throats of your lovely fao back to your breakfast like your wife ordered, and let et on with my job”
Oleg glances around, acid pushing up into his throat as he searches the faces of the tourists TheBes He’s in charge How dare that lowlife Russian sniper spy on hiet?
“Have I h for you?” Bes asks
“I’ to keep the fear from his tone
“Yes,” Bes drawls “But there’s always so to up the price”
Oleg grips the rail hard “Listen to me, you lousy—”
“I’d be careful with the insults if I were you I’m sure Volkov will pay handsomely to knoho ordered the hit on him”
Oleg goes cold in the heat of the day How the fuck did this happen? How did the poitch from him to the man he hired? Bes is a rat, a lowlife, a dirty son-of-a-bitch traitor If Vladi—is dead Hiring an unreliable cleaner isn’t soo unpunished
“What do you want?” Oleg bites out
“Evidence”
Oleg drags the handkerchief over his face “Evidence of what?”