102. Call

102. Call

. - . Mikolaj . - .

Gripping hard on the steering, I try to focus on road wondering what the fuck I am supposed to do. Learning everything about Reed’s past should be my priority.

“When was the last time you heard about him or his so-called activities?” Garrett asks.

I told him earlier that Reed has a reputation in Russia and my brother wanted me to deal with him. Antoni chose me because he wanted the hit to be discreet. Lena got inconsolable after that. She has her head leaned against the window on back seat. Garrett’s question brings her attention to us.

“He attacked my car a month ago… We haven’t been able to trace his whereabouts since.”

Garrett clenches his fist to steady his trembling hand and asks, “Will you be returning to Michigan today?”

“No,” I say, eyeing him at the sudden change of topic. Honestly, what’s there to talk about when there is not much we can do. The realization is humbling and humiliating that we have no choice but to wait. “I will stay until I learn