FORTY EIGHT | Tony Dulliver

[XAVIER]

“Does Vladimir know?” The man in the hat inquires.

I, on the other hand, ignore the question. “Do you know where she is?”

He shakes his head. “No. But I did find someone who does.”

My eyebrow curves. “Who is it?”

“If Vladimir comes to know any of this-” he cautions, adjusting his hat, disinterestedly looking out of the car.

“I can handle my brother,” I glare. “This asset of yours, is it credible?”

“He is.”

“I suppose you know I’m not paying you for the gift of gab.”

He huffs out a faint laugh. “I know, that’s why I brought this,” he took out a white envelope from his laptop bag and offered it in my direction. “See for yourself.”

I took the envelope from his grasp and opened it carefully. Inside, there was a picture and a few documents. However, the picture caught my attention. Even with only her side profile visible, I recognized Aurora with ease. Outside some café she was meeting up with a man. There was a date on the bottom right of the picture. Taken a week before she swap