“Get all the women and staff out.”
That was what Catalina asked. That wasn’t something we did. Not only had those women seen too much, and probably knew too much, they had seen our faces. It was a risk to save them.
“What?”
Mikhail’s voice grew harder. “Get all the women and the staff in that house out and bring them back to the hotel. I’m sure you can find a way to be discreet about this.”
Mikhail hung up without saying anything else, and Catalina snuggled closer to him, smiling a bit.
He didn’t look at Nikolay or me, but down at her, curled up like the kitten he had called her, a confused expression on his face.
Kirill, the driver, opened the door and got behind the wheel. His eyes met mine from the rearview mirror. I nodded and he started the car.
We were silent on the drive.