Bab 122: | She's Not Eating

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

Lucian tossed the file in front of me. "This is everything we got on Zoloft Zol."

I nodded. "The girl?"

"We took care of it."

"Good." The last thing we needed was a corpse lying around for the feds to find and link to us.

Daniel shook his head. "Still can't believe the fuckers shot her right in the fucking open for the world to see."

James leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "I don't think these Russian sons of bitches care about who sees and who doesn't."

I picked up the file and opened it. "What did we find?"

Lucian took a seat at the other side of my desk. "Zoloft Zol was born in Parag, Russia, but owns multiple estates around Moscow. Billionaire who —according to the world — makes his money through his energy engineering company which he inherited from his dead godfather. "

I cocked a brow. "According to the world?"