Luis and Dimitri stood in the alley across from the hotel the MacQueen sister was using in Moscow. Luis took a slow drag off a cigarette. They didn't speak; they only watched the three black SUVs that were parked at the front of the hotel. Two blond-haired men climbed out of the first, and their familial resemblance to the woman they'd seen with Rurik was obvious.
Drakor smiled. "Damien MacQueen and his brother Jason are here."
"They'll be waiting awhile," said Luis. "My men tracked Rurik and the woman to an airport today. They flew out to Saint Petersburg. Not sure when they're coming back." Luis flicked the tip of his cigarette, spraying ashes on the ground.
"MacQueen will have plenty of time to set his trap then," Dimitri said with a grim smile. "Patience."
"Patience," Luis agreed. "Once we have her and take care of the battle dragon, my men will take out his brothers."