Volkov walked toward his massive mahogany desk before lowering himself into the leather chair behind it.
“The fact that nothing points to him tells me nothing. He’s too smart… never reckless. Men like him don’t leave evidence behind.”
He reached for the wooden cigar box on his desk, took out a cigar, and lit it.
“No one would dare challenge me unless they possessed the power to do so.”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke.
“And Damien Blackwood is the only one who has that kind of power. Until I know otherwise, he’s still my most likely suspect.”
Volkov leaned back in his chair and made a small dismissive gesture.
“Tell Roman to stay on him. I want to know every move Blackwood makes.”
Igor inclined his head.
“Yes, Boss.”
As Igor turn
