“I heard you had fun yesterday evening.”
“Who is this?” A glance down at the list of burner phones to be used during this job showed this was certainly the right number to have called. Even so, the disguised voice on the other end of the line wasn’t the original one.
There was a slight chuckle. “I’m the person who just took out your employer.”
What the…?
“Which means your mission is terminated too,” the unfamiliar voice continued.
“Because you say it is?”
“Because there’s no one alive to pay the rest of your fee.” That harsh voice had now lost all humor.
“Maybe I’m happy to do this one for half price.”
“I would advise against it.”
“Because you’ll take me out too if I don’t listen to that advice?”
“I’ll make it my mission in life.” There was no missing the coldness of that tone for anything other than the promise of intent it undoubtedly was.
“Who are you?”
“Nikolai Volkov,” the man answered without hesitation.
Because he had no reason to!
Everyone in the criminal underworld had heard of the Russian known as The Wolf. He was the second-in-command to Gregori Markovic, head of the London bratva, but he was also known to be a cold-blooded killer. Enough so to know his threat to hunt Janina Borzikova’s assassin down and kill him wasn’t an idle one.
“Let the hunt begin,” the assassin invited before dropping yet another burner phone to the ground and destroying it beneath a booted foot.
This hit just became even more interesting.