Anosov was in the kitchen having a beer with several of his crew who were waiting for a chance with Cassy once they were given the go-ahead. None of them made mention of a long scratch that was still oozing a little blood on the side of his face. The woman had fought back so hard that in the end he’d just left her alone. The Canadian syndicate with whom he’d made a deal for her would not have accepted damaged goods.
His cell phone rang. It was Butch Hardy.
“I have the flash drive, but you have trouble coming your way.”
“What trouble?”
“Levin’s boyfriend. And he’s an ex–Navy SEAL.”
Anosov smiled. “We’ll be ready. What about the woman?”
“Make both of them disappear.”
“Consider it done,” Anosov said and hung up. “We’re going to have a little fun tonight,” he told his people. “Get everyone down here. Armed.”