Praza stood up and caught her wrist as she swung her arm then after words yanked it from his grasp. She was visibly livid but they continued their conversation and soon she perked up at something Tesar said as he slapped Praza on the back. They continued to talk until Emma again became visibly angry then again calmed down. He couldn’t rip his eyes from the scene and he only ever got bits of sound from their conversation. Soon Emma stalked for the door and swung the heavy door in.
He drained the last of the coffee from the carafe into his cup then sipped on it while he kept one eye on the bar and the brothers. After they finished their drinks he watched them drop money on the bar and walk out the heavy old front door. He finished the last of his coffee then walked to the bar.
“Gino, here’s my bill,” he said as he dropped a twenty dollar bill on the bar then walked for the door.
He pulled the heavy door open and the light blasted into the bar before dimming as it closed behind him. Up the steps and onto the sidewalk he looked around a few times before walking back to his office. The warm sun shone down between the buildings as he walked but he could feel the crispness in the air as a breeze blew along the street.
Back in his office he continued writing his notes with occasional pauses for long attempts at remembering details. His thoughts popped back to the capsules and he slid the drawer open to reveal them where he had put them. He wrote a few more sentences then the phone on his desk rang from an outside line.
“This is Agent Monroe,” he said as he picked up the phone.
After a pause, “Agent Monroe this is Oleg. You say I call if I hear anything,” his rough English and deep Russian accent made him difficult to understand.
“Ahh, Oleg, good. Nice timing, I was just thinking I needed to call you. What do you have for me?”
After another pause, “first, we have deal right?”
“Yes, we have our deal,” Brent replied as he made a note to get cash from the slush fund.
“All of it?” Oleg pressed.
“Yes, all of it. Don’t worry you will get everything you asked for. So what do have?”
“I overhear Mishenka tell Zeleny and Anika they are to meet at airport in Canada tomorrow,” he replied slowly.
Brent’s ears perked up and he asked, “do you know where, which airport?”
“Small one, not know name.”
“So things have moved up in timing, thank you Oleg.”
“Yes. Tonight you bring payment to bar?”
Brent scribbled more notes then said, “I think I can do that. Is that all you have for me Oleg?”
“Yeah that all.”
“Alright, that’s very helpful for sure. Thank you. I will see you tonight.”
“Thank you,” Oleg grunted then hung up.
Brent wrote more notes on the paper then set them aside then picked up the phone and dialed Ferd’s number. The phone beeped as it rang then he picked up with,” this is director.”
“Ferd it’s Brent. I just wanted to check that I am still good to make the payment to the bartender Oleg?”
“How much was this one?”
“Fifteen,” Brent replied quickly. “I was hoping to get it from the slush so it doesn’t end up on the records.”
“Fifteen? That’s fine, go ahead,” Ferd agreed.
“Thanks. Also the time line has been moved up and it looks like they are going to try to go to Canada tomorrow.”
“Well, then you better get on it then, we don’t need DHS getting a hold of them. Keep me updated,” Ferd said then hung up.
Brent sat holding the phone to his head for a moment before realizing the line was dead and hung it up with a shake of his head. He went back to typing his notes and lost himself in the task.
The sudden ringing of his phone snapped his attention away from the monitor and he took a moment to shake out the focus from his head. He reached for the phone and noticed it was an outside line, “Agent Monroe,” he answered.
“It’s Emma. I know where Zeleny and Anika live.”
His eyes got wide and his nostrils flared as he exhaled in victorious relief.
“I followed them from Donovan, Praza almost saw me but they are in the Bartleston Square apartments.”
“What street is that?” he asked.
“Swanson near Blythe. It’s the one with the attached garage that looks like a brick.”
“Apartment number?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I didn’t follow him up to their floor. I just know they took Anika in in a wheelchair.”
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