Chapter 17: Konstantin

Friday. Arlington, VA.

KONSTANTIN TAPPED HIS FINGERS on the door handle of the car.

He was early, but he wasn't an idiot. There was no way he was going inside the restaurant before eleven thirty. He was also woefully aware that he was out of his depth.

His father was former KGB.

His mother had managed to hide all these years without getting caught or raising suspicion.

Konstantin was just a businessman and single father. Yes, he knew how these people operated and understood them, but he wasn't like them. That was his perceived flaw. He hadn't been a right fit for that world and everyone had known it.

His phone chimed.

He picked it up and read the message.

Zasha, Ivana and their security detail had made it to their destination.

Good.