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As the two thugs preceded them, opening the double doors, Bushnik purred. “I think you will come to love all things Russian, my precious gift.”
As they entered the hallway, Izzy fought down the bile rising in her throat and the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. Please, Fly
As they approached the landing, Izzy realized it was tomb quiet. Had Fly
“Which airport are we going to?” she asked nervously.
“A private one,” Bushnik answered, pulling her close. “My aircraft is large with a sumptuous bedroom suite. I expect we shall spend most of the flight there as I teach you Russian.” He chuckled at his joke.
Izzy’s knees buckled.
Chapter Forty
The terror in Isa’s voice would have enraged most men, causing them to charge like a fireman into a burning house. It had the opposite effect on Fly
All his years of training had prepared him for this moment. Failure was not an option.
He drove past the residence, noting the beefy bald driver on the porch and the sleek black town car out front. Pulling over, three houses up, he advised the task force, “Three-story red brick with the town car.”
“Hold your position until backup are on scene! I repeat, hold your position!” Justin ordered.
There was no time to wait, Bushnik would be coming out the front door with Pink any minute and once they left the house, it would be more difficult to control the situation. Fly
He tucked the cell into his breast pocket without responding, but kept the ear buds in place, continuing to receive critical intel via Pink’s transmissions. Fly
Turning off the SUV, Fly
Maintaining a low profile, Fly
Backpedaling, he retrieved one of the newspapers, and then advanced on the brick house. Tossing the paper to the far side of Boris’s yard, Fly
Grimacing, Fly
Pulling his pistol from his waist holster, Fly
He was immediately met with gunfire. Dropping to the floor, Fly
Isa’s screams alerted him to her position. Looking past the still bodies, down the hallway next to the staircase, he saw Bushnik dragging her, kicking and screaming, behind him.
“Bushnik!” Fly
The Russian moved faster, dragging Pink with him. Fly
Ducking back around the edge of the stairway, Fly
“Let me go, you Russian asshole!” Pink screamed. “Or I’m going to bring hell down on you!”
Gun at the ready, finger on the trigger, Fly
“Bushnik have no place to go now,” Andre the Giant said from behind Fly
Fly
“Hands up, now! Let me see your hands!” Fly
“No gun,” Andre said, lifting his hands for Fly
“How do you know Bushnik has no way out?” Fly
Andre casually stepped past Fly
“Why should I trust you?” Fly
“Bushnik kill Boris. Boris was friend.” His eyes narrowed. “I like your Pink lady, too.”
“Put your hands on top of your head and slowly walk back to the front door. Don’t open the door. Wait for the cops to do it and follow their orders. Do whatever they say or they’ll shoot you,” Fly
“Sure,” Andre said, placing his hands on top of his head and slowly padded his way out of the kitchen.
Fly
The enclosed backyard was large with high shrubs bordering the walls and a large spruce tree dead center. Decorative benches and potted plants punctuated the area. Fly
Fly
Another swift glance confirmed his initial assessment. Gun first, Fly
Above him in the distance, Fly
Reaching the bottom of the damp stairwell, Fly
Once again, motionless, he listened.
Only the low hum of the furnace disturbed the silence.
Moving to the hinged side of the door, avoiding the broken shards of glass, Fly
He waited momentarily, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The LED control panel of the furnace gave off an eerie illumination that helped him navigate the room.
“I have the girl,” Bushink abruptly a
Moving sideways to slide behind a large armoire, Fly