I Will Not Yield by William Hogan

Author:William Hogan [Hogan, William]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thriller & Suspense, Romance, War & Military, Thrillers & Suspense, Military, Spies & Politics, Conspiracies, Terrorism, Teen & Young Adult, Thriller, Thrillers
Amazon: B01KGNLYBO
Goodreads: 31456348
Publisher: William T. Hogan
Published: 2016-08-13T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Chicago

Gun drawn, Sokol stood in the dark, a few paces away from a crack between two sheets of plywood that replaced the glass of one window. He observed Natalya and Yuri Ivchenko – both operatives in the morning’s operation – plod forward, faces bent down against the blistering wind, up a broken walkway to the crumbling, three-story Greystone house.

Sokol holstered his weapon, unbolted the door, and let them in.

Natalya glared at him. “Can’t believe you made us walk two blocks through this God forsaken trash heap! I almost pulled my gun more than once. Too much movement in the shadows.”

Yuri, thin and pale, stamped dirt and snow from his feet before trotting inside. “You realize that Austin is absolutely the worst part of Chicago, don’t you Sokol?”

“In the morning there will be a few more worse parts.”

Yuri smiled and nodded his head. “Touché’”

“Close the door.” Sokol aimed his finger at a coat rack. “Over there.”

Natalya slapped the light switch, but nothing happened. “What? Late on the power bill?”

“No one pays the electricity bill. The addicts squatting here are taking a dirt nap in the backyard. I should say, I had Eric cover them in trash out back.”

“That’s the Sokol I know.” Natalya sashayed through the small, nearly empty living room, the heels of her knee-length boots echoing on the hardwood floor. She put her hands on her hips. “This place needs a lady’s touch. Good luck finding one.”

Yuri pointed to the only chair in the living room, a small, tweed-patterned overstuffed chair. “May I?”

“I meant to throw that out. It’s riddled with bedbugs, and I would be a bit worried about biologics. I can’t imagine what the previous residents did for fun.”

“Perhaps I’ll just stand.”

Natalya walked through an archway into the kitchen and dining area, pushed a newspaper to the floor, and sat down at a table whose laminate had ripped and peeled long before. “The warehouse was paradise compared to this trash, but I understand. Good luck to the Americans or The Redhead finding us here.”

“That”--Sokol gestured around--“and except for the price of three bullets, it was free.” He gathered the newspaper off the floor and placed it on a nearby kitchen counter. “Hadn’t finished the crossword.”

Yuri walked into the kitchen and rubbed his arms. “No heat, either?”

“The heat coming from this house matches that of the surrounding buildings. Even the laziest and most ill-trained in law enforcement know how to search for irregularities in thermal profiles.”

Natalya’s lips inched downward in a fashion model's smile. “You should not have hidden the bodies. Would have been more convincing to leave them on the porch.”

Sokol sat down across from Natalya, gesturing for Yuri to do the same. “This is our last night in this luxury hotel. Let’s review tomorrow’s operation. Talk to as few--”

“If you’re reviewing the complete basic training manual, I’ll need at least a glass of wine.” Natalya sat back, crossed her arms over her breasts.

“Understood, but no wine that you would drink. The previous owners did not have a refined palette.

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