Sunday. Unknown.KONSTANTIN STRETCHED HIS LEGS out in front of himself. He stared at the toe of the shoes he'd been wearing earlier, noting the grease on one side and a bit of what he assumed was blood on the laces.He'd royally fucked this up in every way imaginable.Haley lay stretched out on the far side of the wine cellar, asleep. How she managed to do that on the cold floor was beyond him, but she'd assured him she could and would. Now he was left alone with his thoughts.His head was a pretty grim place right now.Who would have thought he'd end up at his father's mercy after all these years? His mother's continued existence was less of a surprise. Given the nature of her disappearance was already covered up by his father, there had been little opportunity for Konstantin to do his own due diligence there.At this point he didn't see himself surviving. His father wouldn't come, and his mother didn't care if Konstantin lived or died. He just hoped Ivana and Zasha wer
If Konstantin had ever imagined hell, it was this. The people he cared about most in trouble, and him powerless.The three of them made their way up the stairs. Haley crouched on the top landing with her ear to the door and one hand up.If he had to take a bullet or stay behind to let the women and Zasha get free, he'd do it. In a heartbeat.Haley opened the door so slowly that the creak was barely audible. She leaned out, then waved at them to follow.Konstantin and Ivana joined Haley in the hall while she closed the door with just as much care as she'd used opening it.They collectively held their breath as the door shut.So far, so good. Now the risks began.Konstantin didn't think he could take Ivana with him through the house. She needed somewhere she could hole up, wait for them."Meet back here," Haley whispered.Konstantin peered into the kitchen. He didn't see anyone, but the door to the pantry was open. The large and barely used pantry.He took Ivana's han
Sunday. Unknown.HALEY WISHED LIKE HELL she knew where Konstantin and Ivana had gone. The house was big, but not that big. Still, if they were able to evade her, they must have hid pretty damn well. After procuring a cell phone she'd returned to where she left them, only they weren't there.There was nothing to do but move forward.She crept up the narrow stairs. They'd been exactly where Ivana said they were. As had the man in the hall.How long until someone realized he was missing?She'd managed to knock the guy out before he put up a fight and stash him in the empty coat closet. But a guy of that size would come to fast enough and the wire wasn't pliable enough to restrain him in such a fashion that he'd be out of their hair for a while.A stair creaked underfoot.She cringed and paused to listen.What was that?She tilted her head to the side and rose a few more stairs."Shut up, kid," someone yelled.Zasha.That was the sound of Zasha crying.She'd wo
Haley opened the closet door a crack and peered in. Zasha sat in the corner, legs pulled up to her chest, eyes wide."Zasha?"Zasha just stared at her."Can I come in?""Are you okay?" Zasha whispered."I'm fine. See?" Haley slipped into the closet and held her hands out.Zasha pushed up and threw herself at Haley, hugging her even tighter than before."You did very good." Haley gave in and kissed the top of Zasha's head. "I know you have questions, but I need you to come with me now, okay?"Zasha nodded."And I want you to close your eyes. Can you do that?""Yes." Zasha shut her eyes.Part of Haley hated this. Their collective goal had always been to protect Zasha from this sort of thing, and now here she was, fully in it."Come on. Hold my hand and close your eyes."Zasha took Haley's hand then tipped her chin up, eyes shut."Very good. Follow me."Haley held her breath and opened the closet door.The older man just watched. He didn't make a sound or s
Sunday. Rose House. Arlington, VA.KONSTANTIN GLANCED AT HALEY'S grim face. She hadn't said much since they'd ditched their borrowed car at a grocery store parking lot. He wanted to know what was bothering her, but it was all he could do to keep Ivana and Zasha moving forward.A single car horn blast nearly startled him out of his skin.Haley whirled, her gaze searching the busy street."This is our ride," she announced."What?" Konstantin turned as a shiny black SUV eased up to the curb.The passenger window rolled down and a man wearing a black uniform coat with white gloves and a hat perched on the back of his head leaned toward them. "Ms. Griffin?"Yes." Haley grabbed the back door. "Everyone in."Konstantin helped Ivana into the SUV. She was on her last leg. She'd begun wheezing when she breathed. There was no more pushing her.Zasha, on the other hand, was wrapped around him like a monkey. He didn't even try to untangle her. He went to the other side and clim
Konstantin swallowed. For some reason that statement got to him."What do we do?" he asked."I think, tonight, we get some rest. Shower. Change our clothes. Focus on Zasha. In the morning we might have more options or better ideas."Konstantin nodded. Tonight Zasha had heard, and maybe seen, Haley shoot a man. She'd definitely seen him punch another person. There would be questions and talks he wasn't looking forward to. This was the world he'd wanted to protect her from.He'd failed as a parent."Hey?" Haley reached over and took his hand. "Stop beating yourself up. Now. I mean it. This is not on you."For a moment he just looked at her and concentrated on the feel of her hand in his. "How do you do that? Know what I'm thinking?""Every now and then you make it easy on me." She smiled. "How about you take a shower, clear your head then check in on Zasha?""What are you going to do?""Check in on Zasha." She squeezed his hand, then let go.He missed the contact imme
Monday. Safe House. Arlington, VA.HALEY WAS HOLDING TIGHT to her professional mask. For some reason the moment it was just Konstantin, Zasha and her she'd felt...sideways? Different. Her insides were wobbling like Jell-O that hadn't set. All because she'd been silly enough to fall for the man she shouldn't. It concerned, and yet she didn't want to change anything.She was grateful that work had woken her up while the others were still asleep. That had allowed her to get a head start on things like a shower and breakfast, all while wrestling with her own mental state.While she should be thinking through what she'd read in her email update, instead she was stuck on how she felt about Konstantin, this job, Zasha.Was love enough?He clearly felt something for her. Did she want to risk her heart on the hope he'd love her back? And then what?She methodically plated the food for breakfast and scraped the pans.From the sound of it, Zasha was now out of the shower. Finally
Monday. Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial. Washington, DC.KONSTANTIN COULD BARELY BELIEVE he was about to see his father. The man he'd spent the last decade doing everything in his power to steer clear from. And now he'd gone off and asked the old man to meet up.What was he supposed to say? Do? Why was he even here?He found an out of the way spot to wait and watch. Would he even know his old man on sight?Growing up, Konstantin had been afraid of his father. He remembered being little and hiding behind the sofa from his laugh. He hadn't understood the things his father said, but he knew they weren't nice things.And then his mother had vanished and the rumors were easy to believe.Where was Haley?"Can you hear me?" he said softly."Yes. Don't start talking to yourself. It's weird."He smiled to himself.They'd left Zasha and Ivana at the condo for this meet. Haley was somewhere dressed as a jogger. They'd bought some earbuds that doubled as wireless earpiece