The Night Is A Harsh Mistress

Chapter 4

Rachel froze. Viktor Khrushchev sat at her desk, a cigarette in his hand and a smirk on his long-nosed face. His clear blue eyes laughed at her even though he made no sound.

“How the hell did you get in here?” she demanded.

He sat back and his smirk widened into a grin. His teeth flashed whitely against his face, too white for a smoker – but then, Viktor had had his teeth whitened last year, to fool ‘the ladies.’ She wasn’t impressed.

“I told you, Rachel, you should have changed your locks. At least get a Medeco.”

“I can’t get a Medeco without the Landlord’s approval and he’s got to be there with me,” she snapped. “Besides, would it keep you out?”

“It would be better than that crap you’ve got now,” he shot back, smile falling off his face with what should have been an audible thud.

Her stomach clenched. She finally let go the door handle when her hand cramped. “What are you doing here?”

He studied her. “Put your bags down, Raych. I’m not here to hurt you or something.” His tone was faintly disgusted.

She knew better. Khrushchev was a soldier for the local Russian mob and she knew of at least three murders he’d committed. The police didn’t even know his name.

She turned and set her toiletry case on the file cabinet and hung her clothes in the closet. When she turned back, Viktor was watching her carefully and she felt a chill tickle her spine. She shivered.

He smiled, seeing it, leaving his eyes cold and predatory. “Sit. Let’s talk.”

“About what?”

“Sit, Rachel,” he ordered, crossing one leg over the other. “Please.”

It was the ‘please,’ more than the order, that did it. She sat on the couch, grateful she’d made up her bed before going to get her shower. “What do you want, Viktor?”

“You are looking for a boy, a David Greene, yes?”

Rachel gaped at him, keeping her expression blank by sheer luck. She couldn’t figure out why the Russian mob would care. Nothing she’d found so far led anywhere near any kind of organized crime with the parents, and the boy was a model student. Until this incident.

“Please,” Viktor growled, losing patience. “I already know you are. What I want to know is, why.”

“Why?” she echoed, surprised. “You want to know why?”

He glared at her, a shadow of what must be his more threatening persona. He didn’t unleash it on her often but she got the same sick feeling in her stomach upon seeing it. “The parents hired me to find their missing boy,” she told that predator, in an effort to make sure it didn’t decide she was something that interested it.

“The parents.”

“Yes,” Rachel repeated impatiently, rummaging on her desk. “Doug and Constance Greene.”

He studied her without speaking for several moments. He’d shaved recently, his face was smooth and unblemished.

“Right here.” Rachel brandished the file over her desk.

Viktor leaned forward without warning and snatched the file from her hand before she even registered movement. She stared at him, unsettled. He ignored her, leafing through the file with a frown. He looked up and saw her staring at him.

“These people are not the boy’s parents.”

8 thoughts on “The Night Is A Harsh Mistress, by A. Catherine Noon; Chapter 4

  1. Fey says:

    Ooh I like it, great cliffie I’d love to read more! (and Viktor reminds me of Edward) Very well written

  2. Unhinged says:

    Oh, geeze, I was going to say the same thing fey did about nice cliffy. I swear. I was even going to spell it that way, too.

    But really, what a perfect hook at the end of the chapter to keep the reader’s interest!

    (Gosh, who be this poor little boy?)

  3. Wow. Nice cliffhanger!! I’m totally intrigued!

  4. I like this chapter Noony! A man in the picture, lots of intrigue,
    you have given this a ‘cold war’ feel to it and a very nifty twist at the end. 🙂

  5. Dawn says:

    Dun dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNN!!!

    Who are they? huh? huh? HUH?? ^_^

  6. Evey Brown says:

    We are all of a like mind. I was thinking of a really not sexy Edward as well, and a great hook at the end. Of course, the hook at the end of the previous chapter was a good one too.
    Way to go, what a mess this case is turning into for Rachel.

  7. I absolutely loved this description. It is so … I dunno. It’s just awesome:

    “Viktor Khrushchev sat at her desk, a cigarette in his hand and a smirk on his long-nosed face. His clear blue eyes laughed at her even though he made no sound.”

    Viktor jumped off the screen. I totally forgot who David Greene was, but you brought me back to earth at the end and the PLOT THICKENS. *lol* Great job!!

  8. I see him as a bit of Edward and Viggo from Eastern Promises and would have even without your insight. You described his controlled scariness spot on. Another perfect spot to leave us hanging.

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