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real Russian caviar!”
    I cut my eyes to him and purse my lips. “No story is worth getting killed for, my friend.” My professor twirls his expensive pen between his fingers with master precision as he stretches his long legs out in front of him, his ankles crossed. He’s seated on the edge of the desk and his eyes are on us as he instructs the class on innovative surveillance methods. I nudge Gilbert with my elbow in warning when he starts whispering in my ear again, and he stops. Gilbert’s right, though, and, yes, I did choose this profession so I need to suck it up and get on with it. I just hate feeling so conflicted.
    I’ve got to make a decision about the job and the article I’m writing, one way or the other. I know myself well enough to know that if I don’t move forward on both counts, I’ll always wonder what would have happened. If I take the job and write the article, at least I’ll know. So I guess that’s that. I just wish Ostrom would stop twirling that pen of his because it’s making me do something I promised myself I wouldn’t do: think about Kodiak Glazov.



Chapter Six
    Kodiak
    I leave Lukyan to wait for me at the back of the auditorium so I can speak to the professor without his imposing presence looming over my shoulder. As burly as Lukyan is, I know that if I needed help he’d be down here ready to deal a killing blow before anybody saw him coming. It has always amazed me how stealthy and quick his big ass is.
    I head down the sloping aisle toward the professor’s desk, where it looks like he’s grading papers. Ostrom enthusiastically stands and flashes the megawatt smile that probably cost a good twenty thousand dollars—of my father’s money. The professor is a surprisingly useful resource for the Bratva organization. More than once he’s been there when we needed inside information – okay, dirt – on a few local community leaders. He has also been instrumental in the success of my father’s pet project to keep the local library alive and thriving—with everything going digital it seems to be a perpetual struggle. Only those closest to my father understand what a bookworm he really is. My family is big on books and, because of him, we take our love of literature very seriously.
    “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Glazov?” That’s my dad, dude. He doesn’t give me time to say what I’m thinking before he quickly adds, “I know, that’s your father. So what brings you here today, Kodiak?”
    “I’ve got some questions about one of your students, Logan Ludwick.”
    “Sure, I know Logan. She’s taking one of my Journalism classes. Bright student, very enthusiastic. She’s a Journalism teacher’s dream, really; absolutely relentless when she’s pursuing a story. Yes, yes, I think quite highly of Miss Ludwick.”
    I grit my teeth as the lightbulb goes off. Journalism. Fucking hell. I’m not looking forward to giving Dad this news.
    He picks up the pen my father gave him last Christmas. He has a habit of twirling it through his fingers when he’s nervous or pre-occupied. He’s probably a little bit of both right now.
    “Dad and I would like you to keep an eye on her.”
    “Of course. Anything you’re looking for specifically?”
    He’s fishing. I don’t mind telling him, though. “She came by the house downtown last night looking for work.”
    “That makes sense, Kodiak. Her dad was a gambler, it’s all she knows.”
    This is a surprise. Interesting... “Where is he now?” I ask.
    “Your guess is as good as mine. Ran off, probably dead by now. I don’t think he was ever much of a father, just from some things I’ve overheard her say to her best friend. Her mother’s a mess, too. Logan’s here on a track scholarship, you know.” He’s telling the truth. That’s good.
    “Just keep an eye on her for me, who her friends are, anything. I want to know it all.”
    “Well, that’s easy enough. Her best friend is Gilbert Dorkoff.”
    I give him a