22 Chapter 22

Vadym Andreikiv sat in his leather chair in his office, glaring at Jov Tomenko.

"You said they were in Moscow, but you lost track of them at the airport."

Jov was a burly brute born in Siberia. He was a man of few words, and he kept secrets well, but if he didn't start talking, then Vadym would replace himpermanently.

"They hired a private car service. Our hacker team checked all the major databases and the taxicabs. Electronic receipts are easy to track these days, but we couldn't get a lock on their location."

Vadym pulled a cigar cutter from his desk and stared at Jov as he sliced off the tip of the cigar with a menacing sound.

"Think carefully about your next words, Jov. You don't want to displease me."

Jov audibly swallowed.

"I'll find them. Or"

"Or?"

"Well, you could lure him to you, couldn't you? Put the word out where you can be found. Make Devereaux come to us. Then I can deal with him." Jov clenched his hands together, his knuckles cracking.