Chapter 23
Sklad . . .
Yuri stormed into the room with a red face, radiating anger that nearly made Orrin smile. He watched Yuri from his position on the floor, leaning back against the wall. The subsequent beating was worth his lie.
“There was no package delivered to Mitch Hewett!” Yuri bellowed.
Orrin held Yuri’s gaze for a long, silent minute. “Even if you asked Hewett himself, he wouldn’t tell you. This is the Pentagon, stariy droog.”
“How do you think we knew you were coming to Russia?”
That stopped him. He’d suspected, but to actually have it confirmed left him furious. And cold. There was a traitor in Mitch’s office. Orrin somehow had to let Mitch know so he could get it taken care of.
If Orrin got away from Yuri. The likelihood of that happening was dwindling quickly. If he couldn’t contact Mitch, he would have to find a way to leave clues for his sons. They would be the ones to ferret out the mole and bring him before Mitch.
It wouldn’t make up for the execution of his team or Virgil’s and Charlotte’s murders, but it would help. It was really too bad that he wouldn’t be there to help his boys.
“You have nothing to say?”
He was really tired of hearing the Russian accent butcher his language. “You could be lying. Why spend time arguing with you?”
“Because you know I speak truth. I could tell you who told me.” Yuri’s lips turned up in a triumphant smile.
“I sent the vial to Mitch Hewett,” Orrin repeated. He had to wonder why no one mentioned the formula. Did Yuri not know about it? That was certainly a possibility.
Yuri motioned his men out. He glowered at Orrin until they were alone. “It was a nice try, stariy droog. I have men ready to take out one of your sons. By now they have him.”
“Good luck with that.”
That drew Yuri up short. “It is one man against three.”
“It could be thirty, and it still wouldn’t matter.” He smiled until he felt the wound open on his lip. “Your men are no match for any of my sons.”
“We will see about that. I wonder if you will sit so confident when you listen to the screams of your offspring as he dies,” Yuri said and held up his cell phone.
Orrin held his smile until the door closed behind Yuri.
Then he released a breath and raised his eyes to the ceiling.
“God, I know you and I haven’t been on speaking terms since Melanie died, but these are my sons.
I’ve already lost my wife, my brother, and my sister-in-law.
Please don’t take my sons, as well. Please. Watch over them.”