Raoul blows out a shaky breath, but I hear him tapping away on the other end of the line. He’s no doubt sending a message to the Bratva doctor. Anatoly needs more than what Dr. Sidorov can offer out of his little black bag of tricks, but at least Dr. Sidorov can get him to an emergency room without raising suspicions. The last thing anyone needs right now is a team of first responders crawling all over the mansion. Especially when I still have no idea who shot Anatoly to begin with.
The mansion is dark and quiet when I get inside. I search each room, moving slowly, anticipating a gun in my face at every turn. But there’s nothing.
“Dr. Sidorov is on his way,” Raoul tells me over the ongoing call. “I’m going to meet them at the hospital.”
I don’t answer. If anyone is nearby, I don’t want
