Vadym Andreikiv sat in his leather chair in his office, glaring at Jov Tomenko.

"You said they were in Moscow, but you lost track of them at the airport."

Jov was a burly brute born in Siberia. He was a man of few words, and he kept secrets well, but if he didn't start talking, then Vadym would replace himpermanently.

"They hired a private car service. Our hacker team checked all the major databases and the taxicabs. Electronic receipts are easy to track these ...