There's no security that I can detect. No men, no cameras, no alarms.
Jozef nodded as his man filled him in. Terek had gone ahead to meet up with their Polish contact and to stake out Vasiliy's hideout. Despite Terek's assurance that the house wasn't wired, Jozef wasn't taking chances with the safety of his team. With the tight timeline they were on, they'd only had a few hours of surveillance, rather than the minimum of two days Jozef would normally insist on.
Is he inside the house? Jozef asked.
Terek lifted his shoulders in a shrug, his look of frustration mirroring Jozef's, who was silently cursing his uncle for setting up such a disorganized hit. Twelve years earlier, when Krystoff had wanted to up the Koba game in the global market, Jozef had suggested putting together an elite
