Chapter 37: Haley

Sunday. Unknown.

HALEY WISHED LIKE HELL she knew where Konstantin and Ivana had gone. The house was big, but not that big. Still, if they were able to evade her, they must have hid pretty damn well. After procuring a cell phone she'd returned to where she left them, only they weren't there.

There was nothing to do but move forward.

She crept up the narrow stairs. They'd been exactly where Ivana said they were. As had the man in the hall.

How long until someone realized he was missing?

She'd managed to knock the guy out before he put up a fight and stash him in the empty coat closet. But a guy of that size would come to fast enough and the wire wasn't pliable enough to restrain him in such a fashion that he'd be out of their hair for a while.

A stair creaked underfoot.

She cringed and paused to listen.

What was that?

She tilted her head to the side and rose a few more stairs.

"Shut up, kid," someone yelled.

Zasha.

That was the sound of Zasha crying.