TIMOFEY
"Arber is dead," Pavel says. His voice crackles, the cell signal failing to reach him in whatever warehouse or cement dungeon he's in, but his message is clear.
I duck out of the living room into the hallway. The penthouse is significantly smaller than the mansion, so getting out of earshot of Piper isn't possible. Still, the less she knows, the better.
"Confirmed?" I ask.
"What's the survival rate of your head being separated from your body? It's gotta be zero percent, right?"
I chuckle darkly. "I suppose that counts for confirmation."
"Rodion probably would have shredded him." He makes the crack before he remembers Rodion isn't on good terms with the Bratva at the moment. He clears his throat. "Anyway, I'm absolutely positive he's dead. What should we do with him now?"
"Wrap him up. Let's send Kreshnik a little gift."
