6
EMMY
My jaw might have dropped, but Ana didn’t see it because all her attention was on Nine.
“Dasha, we’re not here to hurt you,” she murmured. “And we don’t know anything about a dog.”
Nine didn’t relax, but she did stop struggling quite so violently.
“Bullshit. He sent you.”
“He? You mean the general?”
“Who else?”
“Zacharov is dead. Nobody sent us.”
“Dead?” For the first time, uncertainty crept into Nine’s eyes. “Men like Zacharov don’t die. They just take a vacation in hell and come back even stronger.”
“We killed him.”
“You? You?” Nine’s expression hardened again. “Now I know you’re lying.”
Oh, for f**k’s sake… “She’s not lying. We put two bullets through his head, one each.”
“I don’t know who you are, but she wouldn’t kill her own father.”
“Well, she did. But I’m curio
