Chapter 372: Thursday. Private Island, Bering Sea.

WYATT WHIRLED AT THE sound of gunfire.

One shot.

They hadn't killed her, had they?

He was running before he realized it, sprinting down the hall toward the break room. He skidded through the door, bumping into Ivan.

A man Wyatt sort of recognized lay on the floor bleeding out.

The computer geek was frozen to the spot, watching blood creep toward him.

Kolya stood in the doorway leading to the outside yelling in Russian.

"Where is she?" Wyatt snarled. Kolya had promised him Vara.

Outside men ran past.

"You let her get away?" Wyatt's vision hazed red.

It was an island. They had one job, to get her talking, and they couldn't do that.

He stalked across the room and shoved past Kolya.

"Which way did she go?" Wyatt demanded.

"Stay inside," Kolya said.

"You let her get away." Wyatt turned and glared at the Russian mob boss. This was ill advised, and yet he couldn't rein it in.

"It's a small island. They'll find her."

"Before or after her CIA or whatever pals get here?" Wyatt sh