“I had a deal with Krystiyan Kovalenko. He knew the locations of Adrik’s next three shipments. Tell me where Adrik will be, and I’ll let you live.” I know where the shipments are going. In fact, the next one arrives tomorrow night. I could tell Zakharov where to find Adrik. I could even draw him a map. “I’ll make you a better deal,” I say, squinting at Zakharov as my left eye begins to swell shut. “You tell me how old that suit is, and I’ll tell you where you can buy a new one.” Zakharov’s upper lip draws up, showing long, gray teeth. “Very amusing,” he says. “Let’s see how long you keep
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