Saturday. Rose House. Arlington, VA.
TASHA GLANCED AT THE phone. It had been one of the items brought to her after the job was finished.
Konstantin's name flashed on the screen.
She couldn't answer it. No one had been able to break the password on the phone yet, not that it mattered. It had served its purpose.
Her son was calling his fed friends.
Taking them out was just a stall tactic. She had no doubt that Konstantin had other contacts, but he was enough like his father that he'd follow a process. As a child he'd been an orderly, rule following sort of kid. All the other mothers had gushed over him, calling her lucky.
If she was lucky, why did he make so much noise? Why was he a little tornado?
She hadn't seen the merits then, but they benefitted her now.
Tasha leaned back in her
