The moment I hang up, I fly out of my office and towards the shed. Alan squeals and hides under his blankets when I kick the cell door open.
Sobakin, on the other hand, offers me an ugly smile. “You should know by now—I won’t talk.”
The moment his name is out of my mouth, Boris’s head snaps up. The smile melts off his face and his eyes look watery. The fear on his face is evident.
It’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen all day.
“Don’t you dare touch a hair on his head!”
I smile coldly. “You’re in no position to be making demands of me, Boris.”
Boris grinds his teeth. “You want to know who I sold your sister to?” he asks of his own accord. “I’ll tell you: Dominik Drozdov. But that’s as far as my knowledge goes. She was sold to him and that’s where I lost track of her.”
“What was her life
