Chapter 48

Margaret leaped down from the fender. “You’re don’t seriously think my Nicky is going to torture anybody! He’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

Nikoloz blinked at her. “You should leave. I have been trained for this. It does not smell pleasant.”

She leaned over him. “Nicky!”

“That is not my name. Vikushka needs me.” He struggled to stand up, wobbled, and dropped back into the seat. “I will need a longer wire.”

“You’ve lost a lot of blood, man,” Davis said.

Vincent put a hand on his partner’s shoulder. “You supervise. We’ll follow your directions.”

The scrawny F.I.S.T. agent struggled to his feet. “I ain’t getting paid enough for this! I’ll tell you whatever I know.”

“We don’t know much,” chimed in the second fellow. “We was paid to get the kids, that’s all.”

Beefy Guy shook his head. “That Russian devil already took out the boss and his top man. It won’t do no good to torture us.”

Nikoloz’s shoulders sagged. “No wires?”