“Sir, Andres is on the call,” Chekov said. “He has news about Paul.”
“Put him through.”
A pause later, Andres’ voice filtered through the line. “Mr. Oshnov, good afternoon. How are you?”
“Get to the point Andres. I don’t have time.”
“Paul is in Dubai,” Andres said, his words measured. “My associates just messaged me, and I called Chekov immediately. I’ve texted him Paul’s location.”
“Good, is that all?”
“Mr. Oshnov, I hope my family’s debt to you stands paid now that I have given you info on Paul.”
“Your debt will be considered paid when Paul is in my custody,” Mihir said. “Chekov will find him.”
He disconnected the line and immediately focused on his emails. He had too much on his plate to lose focus.
A few minutes later, Chekov called again.
“Now, what?” Mihir asked.
“Sir, there’s a problem,” Chekov’s voice sounded strained. “It’s Miss Ananya.”
His stomach swooped. “What about her?”
“She was stabbed in the chest.”
The blood in his veins froze.
“Is she… Tell me she lives,” Mihir choked out.
“Yes. She’s been rushed to the hospital,” Chekov said. “Anton caught the man. He was Paul’s guy.”
His vision turned red. Paul had hurt Anna. If something happened to her…
So many horrific scenarios flashed through his mind. She’d be fine. He’d ensure it.
“When did this happen?” Mihir asked.
“About half an hour ago,” Chekov replied. “Anton couldn’t call earlier. He’s taken the man to the warehouse.”
“You have Paul’s location. I want him found and brought there,” Mihir ordered. “No mistakes, Chekov.”
Rajiv’s call buzzed in between. Mihir disconnected Chekov and answered Rajiv.
“I know, Rajiv, I know,” Mihir said before his friend said a word. “How is she?”
“I’m with her. She’s in surgery.”
“Fuck, what do the doctors say?”
“I don’t know yet…” Rajiv sighed. “I’m scared. That man got to her in broad daylight.”
“I’m so sorry. I…” Mihir was at a complete loss for words. “Which hospital have you taken her to?”
Rajiv rattled the name of a top hospital.
“I’ll be there soon,” he said, getting up to leave.