Chasing the Witch (Boston Witches) by Jessica Gibson Read Free Book Online

elevator and pushed the up button. The doors slid open smoothly and they all stepped in while William pushed the floor button. Six floors later, they exited and walked to the room. It was decorated the same as Caroline’s room, but it was three times the size. They all said their good nights and collapsed into bed.
     

     
    William was the first one up the next morning. The girls found him seated at the dining room table with his laptop in front of him and a plate of untouched food next to him.
    “I ordered breakfast. Have a seat and the butler will bring it in for you.” All of the bigger suites came with personal butler service and the girls marveled at how fancy they felt being served breakfast in a formal dining room.
    “So what’s the plan, now? Are we going to look for her or wait for her to come to us?” Jilly asked between bites.
    “I would assume she knows that we’re here now, so it’s only a matter of time before she finds us. I need to go out for a while; I want you two to stay in the hotel until I get back.” William stood up and left the room before they could answer.
    “Do you know where he’s off to in such a hurry?” Caroline asked her sister.
    “He didn’t say anything to me about going anywhere, but I’m sure he’ll tell us when he gets back. We should get you checked out of your room after we finish eating. Do you want me to come and help you pack up?”
    “Yeah, it will probably go faster if we do it together; plus there’s always safety in numbers.” The girls finished eating and headed down to Caroline’s room.
     

     
    William walked briskly down Park Avenue. He glanced at his watch and picked up his pace. He arrived at a small coffee shop, went straight into the back room, walked through another door and down a flight of stairs. He finally came to a heavy metal door that was locked and he knocked four times. There was a loud scraping noise and the door swung open, revealing a large bald man with a jagged scar across his left cheek.
    “Can I help you?” he asked in a thick Russian accent.
    “I’m here for Nikolai. He sent for me this morning.” The man looked him over and finally reached for the phone that was hanging on the wall and punched in a number. He spoke something in harsh Russian and then turned to him
    “What is your name?”
    “Tell him it’s William; he’ll want to see me.” The man spoke again into the phone, and then turned to face him when he hung up.
    “Ok, you follow me, now.” William nodded and trailed him down a long hallway and then down another flight of stairs. They stopped at another metal door and the bald man pressed the intercom button, spoke into it and waved at the camera. There was a loud buzzing noise followed by a three clicks and the door swung open only to reveal another hallway. They walked to the end of it and the man knocked at the last door on the left. He opened the door when he heard a response from inside and shoved William through before closing the door behind him and walking back to his post. William found Nikolai seated at his desk. His blond hair stood on end and he wore an expression of extreme weariness.
    “Good lord Nik, this is some set up you have.”
    “One can never be too careful, Will. You know that better than anyone. Please, sit.” Stifling a yawn, he gestured to the chair opposite the one he was sitting in. “I’m just going to get right to it; we don’t have a lot of time. Sabine has Katya. She took her sometime last night; but I’m not sure when. I was working late and Katya was supposed to be home, but something happened. Sabine killed all of my men at the house.” His voice was frantic, his eyes wild.
    William leaned forward and scrubbed his hands over his face. “I’m so sorry, Nik. What are your plans? Do you have any yet?”
    “I’ve got some men in the city looking, but I’m not holding my breath. If Sabine doesn’t want to be found, we won’t find her.” Nikolai was desperately trying