White Night

Chapter 52

Nikolai's heart stopped. She'd just spoken the words that would kill him.

"White Night tonight in South Greenpoint, a device made of magnesium and thermite. We know everything, Nikolai."

Was it Galina, or did Weston tell the vice cop?

He looked across at Treganno and shrugged. The pretense had to continue.

"We also have blood evidence from your nightstand connecting you to Weston's murder."

The damn water glasses, Galina's shitty housekeeping had screwed everything. The glass that fell in onto the shirt he was wearing that night must've washed blood into the drawer.

"The Romanos don't know any of this, do they? Yet..." the pig threatened.

Fire rose in his veins and he was across the table with a hand clamped on her throat before the cop by the door could move. Her narrow eyes bulged and watered as he dug his fingers deeper into her neck.

She pulled at his arm but he was stronger, and she was, so unfortunately, running low on air. Poor piggie. His arm shook as he strained to close that throat of hers forever. A thick arm wrapped around his neck and jerked him back, but he pulled the bitch with them. Her reddening face was the only joy in his life now, he wasn't letting that go. He squeezed harder, for him, for Katya...

Something struck his arm hard, knocking it down and jerking her head with it like a rag doll.

Keep hitting me, I still got her.

Treganno pawed at him. "Nikolai! Nikolai!"

He couldn't reach Treganno's neck with his other hand, but if he could...

Then the wind was rammed out of his own lungs as a baton dug into his stomach. His grip shifted and the bitch twisted out of it. He lunged for her again, but she was back across the room, gasping and clutching her neck.

The uniformed cop hit him again just as he started to get air back into his lungs. The chain on his cuffs tightened, forcing his hands closer to the loop on the desk. Assholes, he could barely move now.

Detective Connors tottered forward as the uniformed cop planted him back into the chair.

"I want him outta here," Nikolai choked, throwing his head in Treganno's direction.

"Nikolai, he's your lawyer," she coughed back, her face still a pleasant shade of rouge.

"I want him outta here, but he doesn't leave the building or call nobody."

"You don't give the orders around here," she coughed again.

"You wanna know more about White Night?"

"We've got what we need. We don't need anything from you," she tried to speak casually, but her eyes told him she wanted to know more.

"You don't know everything, not the exact location or the time. These things save lives, right?"

Nikolai could see the wheels turning as the bitch tried to regain her composure. She nodded at the other cop in the room. "Officer Gage, please escort the suspect's lawyer into another interrogation room and don't let him leave or speak to anyone."

"This is outrageous, Detective. I will be speaking to—" Treganno started up, but the cop jerked him out of the room.

"Talk to me. One chance, Nikolai."

She leaned back confidently, the arrogant whore. Without these cuffs he'd bend her over the table, wipe the smile off her face, and add one to his own.