Page 24 of Killer Love

“Where?” I ask him.

Markov sits down in front of his laptop and I linger over his shoulder as he points. “The Chernyy Obuvi,” he answers. “It’s a nightclub down from—”

“I know what it is, Markov.” I chuckle.

He throws up his hands. “Excuse me. I’m not as hip as you are, Luka.”

“What happened?”

“A young man was found in a men’s room stall.”

“Two bullets through the eyes?”

He nods. “And four more through his heart. They wanted him to stay down.”

“Who was it?”

“Hans Petrovin.”

I bite my inner cheek. “I went to school with Hans Petrovin. His brat little brother, Nikita, too…”

“And your father with their father, Stefan. They didn’t get along.”

“Neither did we.” I rub my tired eyes. “Markov, what part of this couldn’t wait until morning?”

“The part where you did it.”

I pause. “Oh.”

Markov turns in his chair to face me. “You were here all night?”

“Of course.”

“No last minute jobs pop up?”

“Last minute jobs to off Hans Petrovin? No.”

“Then, how do you want to explain this one?”

He presses the space bar on his keyboard and a video plays.

I lean forward, blinking along with the thumping bass of the nightclub security footage. Hans drifts into the back hallway, stumbling beneath flickering fluorescents toward the men’s room. A tall man comes into view behind him with short, dark hair and a thick brow, wearing a long, black coat—

Me. He looks like me.

Exactly like me.

He reaches into his coat pocket and withdraws a small pistol before following Hans inside and closing the door behind them.

“Who has seen this?” I ask.

“Can’t be sure,” he says. “I managed to have it deleted from the club’s servers, but… Luka, things like this never stay quiet for long.”

I rub the sleep from my eyes. “I didn’t do this, Markov.”

“I know. This hit was sloppy. I trained you better than that.”

“What does this have to do with the kobra?”

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