Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

He exhales a short, disappointed breath through his
nostrils. “I’m a busy man. I don’t have time for games. So I’ll
ask you again, you’ll tell me the truth, and we’ll get on with
it.” His voice hardens. “Where’s the money?”
My stomach churns. A trickle of cold sweat drips down
between my shoulder blades. “Do you mean the trust
account?”
Looking interested, he cocks his head. “He set up a trust?”
Licking my lips, I nod. In my peripheral vision, I see Mojo
standing stock-still in the living room, ears flattened, staring at
Viktor with all the fur on his back bristling.
“I suppose that makes sense. Fucking accountants. Which
bank?”
Accountants? “M-moraBanc. In Andorra.”
“Andorra? Interesting choice. He always used Armenian
banks when he worked for Max. They give ten percent interest
on their accounts. Good way to grow your money. Give me the
account number.”
When he worked for Max? Did Kage go freelance?
My panic level is so high, I almost can’t hear the words
coming out of my mouth over my internal screaming. “I don’t
know it. I-I haven’t taken any of the money out.”
He stares at me for a beat, smile fading, blue eyes
glittering like icicles in the sun. “Don’t take me for an idiot.
You couldn’t afford that necklace on a teacher’s salary.”
I reach up and touch the stones around my throat. I
whisper, “It was a Valentine’s Day gift.”
Eyes narrowing, Viktor studies my face. “This year?”
“Yes.”
He takes a step closer to me, voice rising. “You’re still in
contact with him? Where is he? Where has he been living?”
Something’s going on that I don’t understand. A piece of
the puzzle is missing. It’s almost like he’s talking about
someone other than Kage.