Nick stepped forward and took Milena’s hand. He was obviously ticked off at the way I was talking to her, but I didn’t give a shit. If she didn’t give me what I wanted, I’d gut her right in front of him.
“He’s with Rurik,” Milena said. “Micah’s with him, too.”
“Where?” I demanded again.
“I’ll tell you,” Milena said, “but there’s a condition.”
I pulled out my Beretta, cocked it, and aimed it at her head.
“The condition,” I told her, “is you getting to live for telling me what I want to know.”
Nick moved in front of her, but Milena—bravely or stupidly—pushed his arm away to look right at me. I saw Rinaldo roll his eyes, which meant he didn’t realize how serious I was.
“No, that’s not the condition,” Milena said, “well, not the only one, anyway. Micah’s my brother. He can be as dumb as a box of rocks, but he’s still my brother. I don’t want him dead.”
“I’m not making any fucking promises,” I snarled.
“Then you’ll have to shoot me and figure it out for yourself,” she said with a shrug.
“Me, too,” Nick piped up.
I moved the business end of the Beretta to Nick.
“Evan.” Rinaldo’s voice held a warning I couldn’t completely ignore.
I took in a long breath and huffed it out my nose sharply before I dropped the gun to point at the floor. If I was going to be the least bit successful, I needed Rinaldo on my side. I couldn’t do that if I shot his kid. I glared at Milena.
“Fine,” I said. “He lives. Tell me.”
“There’s a construction site just south of Quay—a little restaurant and bar on East Illinois.”
“I know the place,” I said.
“There’s a little outbuilding there—that’s where they are hiding. Davies is there with them along with that other guy who’s always with him. At least, they were headed there a few hours ago.”
“Johnson,” I said.
“That’s not his name,” Milena said with a shake of her head. “He’s Russian, too.”
“Figures,” I muttered.
“Hey!” Nick called out in protest.
“Enough, Nicholas,” Rinaldo responded. He walked forward and took his illegitimate son’s arm to lead him over to the opposite couch and sit him and Milena down away from me. “Evan, do you have what you need?”
“All I need is this,” I said, indicating the weapon in my hand.
“I’m going with ya,” Jonathan said with conviction.
I wasn’t going to argue with him.
“Then go take care of your business,” Rinaldo said. “We’ll watch over Lia.”
I moved back over to Lia, and she stood up to meet me. I held her against me for a moment. We parted slightly, and I looked into her eyes, still red from crying.
“I’ll be back soon,” I told her. “Then we’re gone, you hear me? We’re going to leave.”
I turned my attention to Rinaldo.