Page 51 of The Bait

He nodded.

“The kid he has working for him, the computer whiz. What’s his name?”

He shook his head quickly. “I don’t know. Yixing, I think.”

“And how does Istomin contact you?”

“Text.”

Harry patted down Rozga’s pockets and pulled out his phone. He held it up to his face, unlocked it, then handed it to Asher. “Disable the Face ID and passwords.”

Then he turned back to Rozga. “Tell me everything you know and I’ll make your death quick.”

He shook his head again, tears, sweat, and spittle marking his dirtied face. “Please don’t hurt my mother. She?—”

“Then start talking,” Harry barked.

“Pukovnik Radovic,” he said. “His name is Alen Radovic.”

Harry heard Asher gasp quietly. He looked up at him, and Asher shook his head. “Pukovnik means colonel.” He swallowed hard, then focused on Rozga. “The founder of the ZBK, the piece-of-shit colonel who took over a political activist group and turned it into a faction of white supremacist fuckwits, is Alen Radovic?”

Rozga nodded. “Yes. He knows Istomin.”

“They retired government buddies or something?” Harry asked. He was kinda lost.

Rozga laughed. He actually laughed. “Not retired. Still active.”

“Istomin is active in the Russian government?”

“Long live the USSR and Yugoslavia, and the new cold war,” he said, smiling. Pale, defeated—knowing he was about to die—but smiling. “Život bez kajanja.”

Harry wanted to kick his teeth in. Instead, he drove the knife into the elbow crease of his good arm and severed the joint and tendons in one go. He watched the tendon curl and pull up under the skin of his biceps. “Ouch,” Harry mumbled, grimacing. “That’s gotta hurt.”

Rozga screamed through clenched teeth.

“Tell me what you know about the abduction of Oh Yunho,” Harry tried again. “And I’ll make the pain stop.”

Rozga’s head fell back against the concrete wall behind him. He was pale, sweating, and clearly in a lot of pain. He tried to laugh again but he was in no shape for it. “You keep asking about Yunho,” he said, panting, groaning out another laugh. “You have no idea.”

Asher took the knife then and held it to Rozga’s crotch. “If you want to go to the afterlife with your dick intact, you’ll speak.”

“Not just Yunho,” he said. He was slumping now, fading fast. The pain was too much. “They didn’t want just the Korean.”

Not just Yunho . . .

“Lucas?” Harry said, shaking him. “They wanted Lucas?”

Rozga sneered, the life in him almost gone. “Don’t you know? He’s MI6.”

Harry and Asher stared at him, shocked into silence.

MI6.

No fucking way.

Harry couldn’t get his head around it. He couldn’t believe it.

Rozga groaned out a mocking laugh. “You don’t even know who you’re trying to save.”

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