I head up to my room and walk inside. My phone buzzed in my pocket during Church, and I was itching to answer. I know who it is, and I need to warn him of whatâs coming.
I lock the door behind me and quickly press the button on the jammer in my pocket. I pull out the burner and curse when I read the message.
Fuck. Fucking hell this is not what I need right now. I hurriedly text back a reply.
I know Iâm pushing him, but I canât let him take away the satisfaction of destroying this club myself. This means I need to push my plan into high gear.
Dmitri answers back quickly.
Thereâs no mistaking his anger.
I wait impatiently for his answer. Surely that information is enough to buy me time, or at least not have him or his men kill me on sight. Finally, he answers.
I know thatâs the end of the conversation, so I give him the location of the building that theyâll be searching. Then I pull the SIM card, smash the phone, and add it to the growing pile I need to dispose of.
I look around my room and see a few items out of place, which tells me that the bitch and her dogs were in here. I grin. Nothing pleases me more than knowing I lead them on a wild goose chase. Theyâre no closer to finding me than before.
Still, I have to put my preparations into action, and that means making sure I have backup ready just in case things go south. I pull out another phone, slide in a different SIM card, and dial the number I memorized.
âYou have information for me?â the heavily accented voice on the other end asks.
âI do,â I say quietly, with a slim smile.
âTell me,â the voice orders.