“Natalia.” It’s all I have to say before Shura jumps into the passenger seat. “The cops turned up to question her about Byron.”
“I thought you took care of that.”
“I’ve got a few guys in my pocket, not the whole damn department,” I growl. “Leif thinks something is wrong.”
“Don’t worry: Leif, Leonty, and Olaf are with her—”
Shura shuts up, and I concentrate on trying not to run over any unsuspecting pedestrians. We’re only ten minutes away from the Sunshield building when my phone rings again. Shura grabs it and puts it on speaker for me.
“The motherfuckers took her down to the precinct for questioning.” Cold dread floods through me. “Natalia insisted that she go with them, but she said something strange before she left.”
“She told me to ‘cancel her meeting with Misha Remington.’”
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