Nikolai
A day later, Oleg, Adrian and I catch Zane outside one of his classes. Yes, I have his complete class schedule because obtaining it was easy work for Dima.
The minute he sees us he starts to run in the opposite direction.
“Don’t make me chase you.” I don’t even raise my voice.
Zane slows and then stops, keeping his back to me. We flank him, Oleg dropping a meaty hand on his shoulder.
“Take him to the parking garage,” I say in Russian to keep Zane in the dark.
Oleg maneuvers Zane to a corner in the high-rise concrete garage where he turns him around to face me.
“You know why I’m here?”
Zane pales, his skin turning green around his mouth like he’s going to puke. His shoulders sag. “The ring.”
“Da. The ring.”
“I’ll get you another payment.”
“I know you will,” I say smoothly
