Ellisandre

On the plane back to Chicago, Ash confirmed the post was down. A warning had also been posted.

“There’s a second bounty that was posted at the same time,” Ash said. He turned the computer around. “That’s not anything related to Jun, is it?”

Ellisandre leaned forward, checking the screen. Sevastyan’s name, info, and general location were right there on the screen. His public persona as an art dealer and his criminal persona both.

They took a snapshot and sent it to Sevastyan.

A few moments later, Sevastyan texted back.

Unease settled into the pit of Ellisandre’s stomach.