There’s a pause as if he’s trying to weigh whether I’m worthy of the information, but I know far more about Vasily than makes him comfortable. I know enough to blackmail him. Why he wants the Emperor is no big deal when it comes to the fact that he had his uncle, the former head of the Bratva, murdered.
“You know of the Emperor’s Palace?”
“Yeah, it’s the place where I get most of my commissions.” And the light dawns. “You want the person who created this underground network. Not for the money. You don’t need it.”
He’s silent, unwilling to give me more information, but it is all so clear to me now.
“You must want to hack into something that is unhackable, and you think the Emperor can do it,” I guess, but I know I’m right.
“Yes,” he snarls, confirming it all. “The person who can create a network that facilitates the trade of guns, drugs, everything and not get caught? I want him.”
“My sister could do it,” I told him. “Not that I’d let you get your dirty hands on her.”
“Find me the Emperor. It’s what I’ve paid you for.” He hangs up, and I let the empty static buzz in my ear for a minute. Find the Emperor. Find my sister. Well, to do all that I needed to shed some baggage. Regan needs to get going before the two of us do each other in. I key in another number to help that process along.
“Da.” Nick’s harsh Ukrainian accent is a welcome relief from the soft romantic tones of the Portuguese language. I can’t handle soft right now.
“Your girl is a basket case,” I tell him.
“Regan does not belong to me. She is not mine. I have only one.”
Nick is so goddamn literal. Usually it makes me laugh but not now. “Put Daisy on the phone.”
“Nyet.”
“Yes, put your goddamn girlfriend on the phone or I’m walking away from Regan right now.”
There’s a shuffling in the background and a grunt from Nick. “Hello?” Daisy sounds breathless but happy. A little of my anger leaks away. I can’t ruin her happiness. Daisy’s been through too much, and I know she’s crushed with guilt. If it weren’t for Daisy, Regan would never have been kidnapped. If Daisy hadn’t been a virgin, Regan wouldn’t have been raped. I can’t tell her what is going on here.
“Daisy, sweetheart, that dour Ukrainian keeping you happy? You know I’m more than willing to come to your rescue?” I try to inject some false cheeriness into my voice.
She giggles. “Nah, I love my dour Ukrainian. You’re too laid-back for me. I like them morose and uptight.”
Boy, she has Nick pegged perfectly. “You’ve never had a Texan. Once you have a taste of big sky country, you can’t go back.”
“I thought big sky country referred to Montana.”
“We’re so awesome that all the best slogans are used to describe us. Montana’s a copycat and they know it. Plus, their motto is used to describe why they get away with copulating with cattle. No one around to see.”
“That’s really gross, Daniel.”
“I know. It’s why I don’t visit there.” The small talk is actually wearing on me, so I get down to business. “It’s good news. I’ve got Regan.”
When Daisy begins to cry, I want to crush the phone in my fingers. I’ve had it up to here with the tears. I can’t take one more woman sobbing, even if she is happy. But Daisy’s tears aren’t cries of relief. I can hear the guilt and sorrow and pain in them. “Did you hear me? We’re safe,” I bark into the receiver with more force than I intend.
“Do not raise your voice to her or it will be the last thing you say,” I hear Nick threaten.
“Yeah, yeah.” At this point, I’d welcome being put out of my misery. I stick my head back into the bedroom, but I don’t hear any sounds from Regan. Hesitantly I climb through the window and into the apartment again. It sounds like dead silence. Shit, did she hurt herself? “Gotta run,” I say and throw down the phone. In less than five seconds I’m at the bathroom door, but it’s open and the bathroom is empty. A light cough sounds behind me and I spin around, gun in hand. It’s Regan, sitting on the corner of the sofa, her hands upraised. I flick the safety on and stick the gun back into my tactical vest.
“You look like shit,” I say because I’m at a complete loss for words. My throat aches from holding back all the shouting I want to do. Before she can respond, the phone rings. Nick and Daisy. “Get another bottle of water and drink it all down. But slowly. You’re going to be seriously dehydrated.”
Her eyes dart toward the bedroom where my phone is ringing. Ignoring the incessant rings, I stomp over to the refrigerator and pull out another bottle of water. Patience, I counsel myself. This girl has been through hell and she needs some patience. Treat her as you would your sister.