Nik stalked through the casino, tired and annoyed. If this was one of Grandfather's chain-jerking power trips and not a legitimate emergency, he'd bust his elderly skull. "What is it?" he asked as Pavel joined him. "Chan lost three men last night, Boss." Shit. That was bad. "Whose orders?" It sure the hell wasn't his. "We don't know." Not a Kaerta hit. Nik expelled a relieved breath at that news. "All three had been asking about your fiancee." Set up so Chan would think them responsible. "Gather as much information as possible." That instruction was unnecessary. Pavel would already be on it. "Openly." He wanted Chan to know they were also investigating. His head of security smiled, Pavel had as much brains as he did brawn. "Yes, Boss." Yuri opened the door. Pavel stopped at the threshold. Nik entered. The smoke was thick, a sign of Grandfather's agitation. "Grandfather." "Three men." Photos were thrown down, black and white's of dead men.
