TIMOFEY
I pound my hand on the steering wheel and scream into the upholstered ceiling.
Kreshnik Xhuvani fucking escaped. I shouldn't be surprised. Rats have a way of wriggling themselves out of the jaws of a predator.
The airport security didn't pose any real threat, but they made tracking Kreshnik down much harder. I had to take circuitous paths and duck out of sight. By the time I scrambled them enough to get them off my tail, I was no longer on Kreshnik.
Now, I have no clue where he is.
The only reason today isn't a total loss is because I know Piper is at the mansion with Akim. At least one thing went right.
I press my head back into the cushion and rub my aching eyes. I better get used to the pain. Sleep is unlikely.
When my phone rings, I fumble for it in the cupholder and answer. "What?"
"Is that your formal greeting now?"
