Viktor hears enough from my expression to start typing on his phone.
Larisa continues, “She grew up with Dmitri. She was supposed to marry him. You believed a few weeks in your bed would erase years of attachment?”
“She doesn’t want Dmitri.”
“You want that to be true.”
“It is true.”
“Then explain why she walked out of your house alone.”
My teeth grind together. I have no answer that doesn’t hurt.
Larisa takes the silence for victory. “Exactly.”
“Where is she?”
“I had a man keep an eye on her.”
A cold anger cuts through the heat. “You put a tail on my wife?”
“And I was right to do it.”
The car feels too small. Viktor’s eyes are on me, waiting, calculating, probably already trying to trace Larisa’s call while pretending not to.
I look out the window as the city begins to blur past. “Give me the location.”
Larisa pauses. Not long. Long enough to make it clear she enjoys having something I need.
“She was last seen near the south canal. Old textile district. My man followed her taxi from the flower market. She entered a warehouse on Krestov Lane.”
Viktor’s head snaps up. He mouths,South canal.
I nod once.
Larisa says, “There was a man waiting.”
“Dmitri?”
“I didn’t get a name.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Her voice hardens. “Yes. Dmitri.”
For a moment, the sound of the engine fades beneath the pressure in my skull.
Dmitri.
I hang up on Larisa.
For a few seconds, the car is silent except for Viktor’s voice giving orders into his phone.
Larisa’s words keep trying to get under my skin.
“Four minutes,” Viktor says.
“Make it two.”