Mikhail
The rain pelts against the windshield as Pavel navigates the SUV through the dark streets of Jersey City. The SUV passes through one of the few undeveloped areas left, far from the gleaming high-rise condominiums near the light rail. I stare out the darkened window, but instead of focusing on the scenery, I end up staring at my haggard reflection.
We received word that there was a break-in at one of the few Jersey properties where we store various things that shouldn't cross state lines. Add that to the text Maria received on her phone, and I have a very good idea who it was.
Innocent or not, she's fueling the conflict.
"Mikhail Ivanov?" Pavel glances over at me. His uncharacteristic concern heightens my unease.
"Keep driving," I mutter, pulling out my phone. There are numerou
