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very pretty.” He lowered his voice to where I could barely hear. “I swore I wouldn’t get involved so soon after my girlfriend cheated…” He worked up the perfect expression, a combination of sadness yet hopefulness. “But I feel like we have a connection.”
    The girl nodded and leaned a little closer, her eyes wide, her lips parted. He had her eating out of his hand now. This is why we’d been so successful.
    “Would you join me for a walk later…after you get off work?” Sergei said. “Or we could just sit and talk right there on the porch.” He jabbed a finger over his shoulder. “If we ever get a hold of our brother,” he added for emphasis. Man he was good.
    The girl bit her lip. I held my breath.
    “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…” She looked through her records. “He’s in cabin 23.”
    “What time do you get off work?”
    “Seven.”
    “I’ll see you at six fifty-five.” He traced a finger along her jaw line, making her shudder. “Beautiful.”
    We started to leave, but the girl brought our attention back to her. “My name’s Rebecca.”
    “Rebecca…” Sergei said her name like a blessing, giving her one last smoldering look before we left.
    We climbed back into the car. I didn’t feel good about the way we’d tricked that girl, getting her hopes up. That wasn’t the person I was anymore…or at least the person I was trying to be.
    Sergei turned to me, his smile triumphant. “Just like old times.”
    “Yeah. Just like that.”
    He started the car and put it in drive. “I miss having you as my partner.”
    I didn’t comment. There might have been a few things I missed about Sergei, but tricking innocent people wasn’t one of them.
    We wove our way through the campground, looking for Miguel’s cabin. Sergei drove past it and then turned around, parking a couple of cabins away. There were too many cars around cabin 23. I had a real bad feeling about this.
    We climbed out of the car and slipped between two other cabins, heading around the back. The shotgun-style cabins were long and narrow with a living room that led to a bedroom that led to the kitchen at the back. Each had a front and back door with mere feet separating one cabin from the other.
    It freaked me out more than a little how Sergei and I had fallen into our old partnership roles without communicating. Careful not to make any sound, we ducked under the windowed backdoors of the other cabins. When we got to Miguel’s cabin, Sergei dipped below the window in the door and came up on the other side. We slowly and carefully crouched low and peered up into the window.
    For fuck’s sake! When was I going to catch a break?
    The bulky outline of Kostya’s number-one goon, Ivan, filled most of the window. I could just make out Miguel’s profile as he sat tied to a chair, his chin on his chest. There was another guy, but I couldn’t tell who it was. Probably another of Kostya’s men. I closed my eyes and slid down the door. We were too late.
    Sergei leaned against my shoulder and whispered, “The deal was for whoever brought Miguel back to Kostya, not for who got to him first.”
    That was true. “We can steal him back.”
    “Yup.”
    We crouch-walked back the way we’d come and climbed into the car.
    “So what’s the plan?” I asked.
    “We’ll wait here and see where they take him. And look for an opportunity to snatch him back.”
    That didn’t seem like much of a plan. In fact it was a completely chicken-shit plan and totally unlike Sergei. Either he was losing his touch or there was something else going on here, like maybe he’d tipped off Kostya. Or else he was running his own end game that neither Kostya nor I knew about. If I had to lay down money I’d put it on the latter. Sergei, like Miguel, always worked his own angle and had at least two contingency plans in reserve.
    My fingers itched to pop my battery back in my phone and call Super Agent. He’d swarm the place and arrest Kostya’s goons and