She found none. There was nothing but that cold hardness.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, his tone polite and nothing more.
She made some sound of agreement, unable to do anything else but nod.
“Please come in,” he said, stepping back from the doorway and gesturing with his arm.
Ducking her head to hide the sudden misgivings she was certain were written all over her face, Karina entered the house, Viktor following close behind.
Luke Hubbard led them into a living room located to the left of the entryway. The room was stylishly furnished, with sleek modern furniture and high-grade electronics, but it was as cold as the man who lived there. She saw no personal items, no photographs anywhere. There were not even any books or newspapers lying about, no sign that anyone had done any actual living here. It appeared to be as sterile as a hotel room.
As they took seats, she and Viktor on the couch across from Luke Hubbard, she tried to remember everything Viktor had told her about this man. He was an attorney, a successful one if his home was any indication. She would have expected as much. He and Viktor had met at Yale, where Sergei had sent Viktor to study. He was a widower, Viktor had said.
As the thought crossed her mind, she automatically lowered her gaze to his hand. His ring finger was bare. It made sense. Viktor hadn’t said when the man’s wife had died, but Karina had assumed it had been some time ago. It seemed unlikely he would approach a recent widower with his plan, no matter the circumstances. No, the man must have lost his wife at least several years ago, long enough that it was no longer appropriate for him to wear a ring.
Of course, her husband had been dead less than two months, yet she no longer wore his ring. It had seemed wrong to once she’d learned the truth about the kind of man he’d been and discovered just how much trouble he’d left her with. Even if she hadn’t, she likely would have had little difficulty removing the ring.
“So what brings you to Baltimore?” Luke Hubbard asked.
Viktor sighed. “We need your help.”
“What is it?”
“First I need your word that you will not tell anyone about what we are about to discuss.”
“Of course,” he said without hesitation, as a true friend would. Karina took some small comfort from the gesture.
Viktor drew in a breath. “In January Karina’s husband, Dmitri, was murdered. He worked for a man named Anton Solokov. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the name.”
Luke Hubbard frowned, his forehead briefly furrowing as he appeared to consider the name. “I don’t think so.”
“He’s one of the wealthiest men in Russia. Like so many others, he moved in swiftly after the fall of the Soviet Union and made his fortune, first with an oil company, then diversifying into minerals.”
“Is that where your husband was murdered?” Luke Hubbard asked, turning that cold gaze on Karina. “Russia?”
“Moscow,” she confirmed.
“Solokov was responsible,” Viktor said.
Luke Hubbard’s eyebrows rose the slightest bit. “Responsible,” he echoed. “You’re saying he had your husband murdered?”
“Yes,” she said.
“How do you know?”
“Two men came to our house one night,” she said, trying not to shudder at the memory. “I was in the kitchen. Dmitri had just come home when they knocked on the door. He answered. From what I could hear, it was two men. They said that Solokov wanted to see him immediately. He tried to tell them he had just gotten home and they insisted he would have to come with them. The way the man said it made it clear he was threatening Dmitri. Dmitri became very quiet and said, ‘He knows, doesn’t he?’ One of the men said, ‘That you’ve been stealing from him? Yes, he knows.’ There was nothing for a second, then a sound like Dmitri trying to slam the door shut. I heard it crash against the wall, then Dmitri cried out, like he had been hit. I came out of the kitchen to see what had happened. Dmitri was on the floor. His face was bloody and one of the men was trying to pull him up. He saw me and told the other man, ‘Take care of her.’ The second man started to come toward me. He was reaching into his coat and I thought he might have a gun.” She swallowed hard. “I ran before he could catch me and went out the back door. I got away.” Leaving Dmitri behind, she thought guiltily.
“Two days later Dmitri was found dead outside the city,” Viktor said. “He’d been tortured.”
“Did you know your husband was stealing from his boss?” Luke Hubbard asked. It sounded like an accusation.
“No,” Karina said firmly. His expression didn’t change. She couldn’t tell if he believed her.
“There’s more,” Viktor said. “There have been rumors for a long time that Solokov has connections to organized crime. The mafia. They have never been proven, but most likely only because he has connections with the police, as well.”
“You think the Russian mafia is involved?”
“It is possible. If Solokov was laundering money for the mafia, then some of the money he stole might be theirs.”
“Do you even have any evidence beyond the comment she overheard that Solokov was involved?”
“Everything else that happened is my evidence.”
“What else?”
“My father’s death, for one thing,” Viktor interjected.
“According to the news, your father fell victim to a drive-by shooting, most likely by gang members who were shooting at someone else.”
“A lie,” Viktor said, anger darkening his face. “A cover-up to conceal the truth.”
“What makes you think this Solokov was involved?”
“Karina contacted my father after Dmitri’s death. She has no other family. She knew how powerful Solokov is and didn’t know who to trust. Using his diplomatic status, my father arranged for her visa through the embassy and for her to travel to the United States via private jet. He suspected she wasn’t safe there. Solokov’s reach is too great. But now that my father is dead, her situation has changed.”
“How so?”
“Yesterday my visa was revoked,” she said. “Without my godfather to intervene, I am being sent home.”
“It is Solokov’s doing,” Viktor said harshly. “He has political connections, as well. Her visa was revoked too quickly to be a coincidence.”
“You believe Solokov had your father killed?”
“It certainly makes more sense than him being mistakenly targeted in a drive-by shooting by a random gang member, as your country is suggesting. And he had no other enemies, no reason why anyone else would deliberately kill him. There is only Solokov. As long as Karina was in his home, she was safe from Solokov. He’s trying to force her back to Russia, where there is nowhere she can run where he cannot find her.”
“For what purpose?”
“He must believe she was aware of what Dmitri was doing. If Dmitri didn’t tell him where the money was, then she is his only means of getting it back.”
Luke Hubbard nodded. “So you’re looking for legal advice? Help with how to stay in the country? That’s really not my expertise, but I can certainly recommend some good attorneys who specialize in immigration matters.”
Her gaze flicked to Viktor’s, reading the same touch of embarrassment in his eyes that she felt rising in her cheeks. It had been his idea, yet now that the moment