I give him a parting nod and set off down the path towards the car. Yulian is still sulking when I sit down in the driver’s seat.
“Just needed some reassurance that the thing I’m about to do is justified,” I say.
“And what thing is that?”
I put the car in reverse and back out slowly. “Killing my wife.”
Driving with Lev is a silent, orderly affair. For a man who operates well beyond the bounds of the law, he obeys all the traffic rules and never ventures above three miles per hour over the speed limit.
I can’t decide if he always drives this way or if it’s just because he doesn’t want Anton to kill him if we get in a crash.
“How did you get involved in all this?” I ask suddenly. The silence is killing me, and it’s the first question I can think of, even if it sounds like a corny first
