The Final Hour (Volkov Bratva #3)(99)

All the same, it wouldn’t be hard to assume Vlad was missing at the very least, and Mishca was willing to entertain this until Jessica was able to provide the information that would clear him.

After, he wouldn’t be as nice.



Since Mishca had immediately asked for an attorney before he was even out of the courthouse, he was able to talk to Jessica beforehand and tell her what she would need for this upcoming interrogation.

While he might have sat in lockup for another few hours, he didn’t mind it as much because he knew what was going to happen in the end.

“If you continue down this road, Agent, we will have to file for harassment,” Jessica said as she entered the room ahead of Mishca.

For once, Mishca had absolutely nothing to worry about. Under normal circumstances, he would be thinking over every possible scenario that could happen, and what information they would present against him, but this wasn’t a normal circumstance.

He sighed as he sat in an identical folding chair which should have had his name engraved on it with the amount of time he had spent in it over the last couple of weeks. Despite the officers following them inside, they didn’t bother moving to take the cuffs off of him.

Agent Green was very obviously angry at the lack of a response she was getting from them, and even worse, the expressions on the officers surrounding them. They looked far more confused by what she was doing than Mishca did and he was the one charged with another murder.

“Your client will not have anything to worry about anything if, of course, he has nothing to be guilty of,” Agent Green said still standing, though both of her hands were on the table as she leaned forward, glaring at Mishca.

“Let me see if I understand this correctly, Agent,” Jessica said not rising to the bait as she crossed her legs, her eyebrows furrowing in mock confusion as she spoke. “Are you saying that the agent that was under your command…his body has been found?”

A muscle ticked in Agent Green’s jaw, and Mishca didn’t doubt for a second that if she had a choice, she wouldn’t answer the question.

“No, but—”

“And have you, or your office, filed a missing person’s report on this agent—” She looked down at her phone though she already knew Vlad’s name. “—Terrence Novak?”

“No—”

“Then I fail to see what we’re doing here when the man in question could be half way around the country at this point.”

Agent Green slammed her fist onto the table, pushing her hair back off her shoulders. “He wouldn’t!”

“Listen,” the other agent—one who no one had bothered to learn the name of—spoke over his partner. “We had contact with the agent up until the 26th, nothing since. We would just like to know where your client was on that evening.”

Jessica made a show of looking over at Mishca, waiting for his nod before answering.

“Luckily for the two of you, my client has an alibi,” Jessica said, sounding every bit as smug as Mishca felt.

“I can’t wait to hear this,” Agent Green said carefully, though her tone dripped with condescension.

Jessica nodded, giving Mishca the go ahead.

Mishca withdrew his phone from his pocket, scrolling quickly through the pictures, selecting one. “I was having dinner with my wife at Le Bleu. I’m sure if you call the restaurant, they can produce a receipt or a record of my time there.”

Agent Green picked up the phone, glaring down at the picture. Lauren was very obviously smiling in the picture, but instead of Mishca, Klaus was sitting next to her.

But no one in present company knew that.

“As you can clearly see, my client was very clearly out at a restaurant.”

Agent Green’s jaw clenched. “This photo could have been taken at any time.”

“In the details, you can clearly see the date and time. And,” Mishca went on when he saw her about to protest. “If that’s not good enough, I’m sure your forensic agents can determine when it was taken. And—as I just said—you can check with the restaurant.”

“You’re a liar,” Agent Green snarled, losing her temper.

With a shrug and a smile, Mishca said,“I’ve been called worse.”

Jessica placed a hand on Mishca’s shoulder, silencing him. “My client was with his wife from five to ten. If my client is guilty of anything, it is of spoiling his wife.”

“You think I don’t know what you did,” Agent Green spat at him, even garnering a look from her partner who was surprised by her outburst.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mishca said, steel entering his voice. “But if one of your—” Mishca gestured around, even towards the two-way mirror. “—People could look into my alibi, I’m more than ready to leave.”

Agent Green was preparing to say more, he could see it in her eyes, but they were interrupted.

Another man stepped into the room, and judging from his sharp suit and the way Agent Green’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, he had to be higher up the chain of command than she was.

“This interrogation is over,” he said, his tone brokering no argument.

Mishca’s brows rose as he looked over at Agent Green pointedly, raising his shackled hands to her. She barely spared him a glance as she climbed to her feet, visibly trying to calm herself as she faced her boss.