“Jon Hampton,” Anatoly continued. “Works for the fucking FBI. And by the looks of it, he’s got CIA contacts that he regularly liaises with.”
For a moment I waited for the punchline, for him to say he was joking and that Naomi’s stalker wasn’t the same person.
When he didn’t, I swallowed.
“That was why I couldn’t find anything,” Anatoly continued as I tried to grapple with what I had just learned. “He’s a virtual ghost and for good reason.”
My chest felt like it had been shoved into a vise and locked down as tight as it could go. A fucking FBI agent. My wife’s stalker was the highest level of security in the fucking US, the very man who would love nothing more than to take down someone like me.
I was wrong. Things had just gotten a hell of a lot worse. “Go,” I said hoarsely, shutting the folder. “Get our shit together. We only have a few hours.”
Anatoly eyed me. “Are you going to be all right?”
I let out a long slow chuckle as I braced my hands on the desk. “What do you fucking think? I have a war looming over my head. The one fucking thing I needed to stay silent is out in the open. The whole fucking plan I put together is ruined. And now I learn that my wife, the mother of my child, has a fucking FBI ex-boyfriend who is probably behind all this shit. No, I’m not all right.”
Anatoly nodded and straightened his shoulders before walking to the door. “Just thought I would ask.”
I watched him leave before I flung out my arm and swept everything on the desk to the floor, not even flinching as the glass shattered against the hardwood. I couldn’t believe what I had just learned. When Naomi had told me about Jon Hampton, I thought that she had told me everything.
Now some of it made sense. The sudden visit by the US embassy in Russia.
The way the fucker had found my home and knew that she was here.
The fucking news about the real Sveta.
It all made perfect sense.
Stepping around the mess on the floor, I started toward the door, the tether on my anger barely holding on. Naomi had lied to me.
If not lied, then she had left out some very important information that could ruin my carefully laid plans, and potentially cost me my Bratva too.
I couldn’t let this one go.