Chapter 33: Haley

Haley grit her teeth in annoyance. There was no real reason for her to be annoyed, but she was clinging to any emotion she could right now. Locked alone with Konstantin was the last place she wanted to be right now.

"Fucking hell." He turned and paced the small room.

The racks mounted on the walls were empty, so they couldn't use wine bottles as weapons. The racks themselves were solid wood and smelled fresh enough she didn't think they'd break anytime soon.

"Did they say anything to you? Did you learn anything?" she asked.

"No. They put headphones on me and a bag over my head. You?"

"Your mother was...talkative." Haley sighed and stretched her weary arms. "Did you ever wonder how Ivana made it here with as much stuff as she did?"

"I snuck out of the house while my dad was away. He'd gotten shot about six months before and hadn't left the house. Even made doctors come to him. But there was some meeting he couldn't get out of. The trip was supposed to last two weeks. Once hi