Where the Wind Whispers (Seasons of Betrayal Book 3) by Bethany-Kris, London Miller Page A

back on the video, Kaz tried to make sense of what he was seeing. The camera was set at an odd angle—one that made him think whoever was behind the surveillance had worn a hidden camera.
    The wearer was at a restaurant, sitting a couple of tables down from Vasily and a man Kaz didn’t immediately recognize. Anger bubbled up inside him as he watched his father smiling, laughing as he enjoyed his drink, as though he hadn’t a care in the world.
    As though he hadn’t left Kaz for dead in the middle of a New York sidewalk.
    As more time passed—over twenty minutes—Vasily lost that careful smile on his face and his annoyance flared as he said something to the man that earned him a shake of his head. When he repeated the question and got the same answer in response, Vasily reached across the table and fisted the front of the man’s suit jacket. Pulling him until they were nose-to-nose, Vasily’s displeasure was clear.
    This time, the man didn’t shake his head. Instead, he yanked out a small cell phone and made a call.
    The scene cut off there then another one replaced it just as quickly. This time, it was Denis standing outside a convenience store with a cigarette in his hand as he listened to a call. Whoever was behind the camera, this time, was shorter, and obviously didn’t pose a threat since Denis didn’t seem to pay them much attention.
    Was that how Alfie did it? He had a bunch of spies who fed him information?
    Denis spoke in rapid Russian, probably not thinking that his conversation would get back to Kaz.
    “No,” he said to whomever he spoke with, “he’s still under. The Italian girl hasn’t left his side, and his brother has people in his room at all times.”
    He paused a beat, listening to the response on the other end. “Ruslan ordered that we all look for you, but I’ll make sure they stay clear, boss.”
    There was only one man Denis would call ‘boss.’
    More snippets of video followed that confirmed not only what Denis had said, but questions as to others he had been working with.
    By the time he was arriving at the downtown location, Kaz had seen more than enough.
    Shutting it down, he let himself out the back of the car instead of waiting for the driver, following one of Vadim’s men into the building when he saw him approach. On the surface, it looked like any other office building, complete with building security, a front desk, and even a sign that told visitors where offices were located, but despite its appearance, the building, aside from the three uppermost floors, was empty.
    With a quick call upstairs, the guard pressed his key against the sensor inside the elevator then stepped back out, leaving Kaz to journey up alone. A blinking red light caught his attention in the upper corner of the lift. Vadim was not a man who hid his distrust of others, and one could never be too careful.
    Once he finally stopped, and the doors slid open with a ding, Kaz stepped off, and Konstantin Boykov, the heir apparent to the Boykov family, immediately greeted him. Unlike his brother, who seemed to be absent, Konstantin could usually be found with their father—whether that was accompanying Vadim to a meeting or simply because his father had requested he stay longer on a particular matter.
    A lot was expected of Konstantin, though he never let that burden show.
    “Bullshit,” Konstantin said the minute Kaz was within earshot.
    He didn’t have to ask what the other man referred to. Giving the camera in his hand a little shake, Kaz shrugged. “Alfie is good at what he does. Besides, politicians are good at hiding things—it’s what they do.”
    “Politician or not,” Konstantin said as he nodded his head toward Vadim’s office, leading the way. “We would have heard something . Nothing happens in this city that we don’t know about.”
    Kaz didn’t disagree. He had found this development rather odd as well. They both had enough reach in their respective homes to have gotten word of