CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED 

Dmitri 

I ran after him around the shipping containers. Through the abandoned docks.

But he was fast. Very fast. He disappeared into the darkness.

And I stopped running. There was no point.

My chest was heaving.

Sergei came running up behind me. "What happened?" He demanded.

"It was fake," I said bitterly. "All of it was fake."

"What do you mean?" Sergei asked.

"He does not have Irina," I explained. "He made it all up to steal money from me."

Sergei cursed.

"So where is she?" He asked.

"I do not know," I admitted.

We walked back to the car. I felt hollow inside.

I had just...