Page 7 of Sinner's Sacrifice
“What has she done this time?”
“Nothing yet, but there’s a guest she’s watching awfully close.”
“Why?”
“We’re not sure. I’m running a check on him now.”
“What has you so worried?”
“She’s got that look on her face. You know, the one that says she’s about to rip someone’s arms off.”
“I wonder if she’d agree to some counseling for her anger issues?” Yvgeny wondered out loud.
Mason’s answering chuckle wasn’t nice. “I’d pay money to watch you ask her that. Are you coming to deal with her or what?”
“Yes, yes. I’ll be there shortly. Try to keep her from killing anyone before I get there.”
“I’ll do what I can, but she’s even more stubborn than Bazyli is.”
Everyone knew how stupidly stubborn their cousin was. Who in their right mind chooses to torture himself for hundreds of years, give away all of his wealth and possessions, and live homeless for all those centuries?
Stupid and stubborn. And now the idiot was living with a NYPD detective who knew that Baz and Yvgeny weren’t your average human beings.
Maybe the alcohol had damaged his brain?
“No one is more stubborn than our cousin,” Yvgeny said, then ended the call. He got to his feet, left the conference room, then checked in with the woman who’d been covering reception since his office was blown up.
Margo was efficient, organized, and sixty-two years old. She’d been working for him for thirty-five years and had been semi-retired, but had taken up the full-time reception job while he found a replacement.
“I hired that young man, Brian Stettler,” Yvgeny told her. “He starts tomorrow.”
“Excellent, sir,” she said with a small smile.
“He’s an FBI agent.”
Her eyebrows went up. “He is?”
“Yes, and he knows that I know he’s an agent.”
Her smile grew, and she shook her head. “You’re bored again, aren’t you?”
“Not bored, precisely, more irritated. Half of the people who applied for the position were in law enforcement. I thought it might be more fun if I burst their cloak and dagger bubble.” He gave her a wicked grin and rubbed his hands together. “In fact, make sure everyone knows he’s FBI.”
She laughed. “Yes, sir. My pleasure.”
Yvgeny left the room, whistling a happy tune.
He wasn’t whistling anymore when he walked into his favorite hotel and found Mason waiting for him inside the entrance.
“Where is she?”
Mason looked like he’d swallowed something bitter. “She followed a guy outside and down the alley.”
That had Yvgeny crashing to a halt. “Why?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t talk to him, just watched him from a table in the bar. When he left, she followed.”
Yvgeny strode toward the rear entrance of the hotel. Usually, it was used for deliveries, but sometimes VIPs used it when they wanted to enter without any fanfare.