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can't take a chance of this blowing up. Where is he?"
"At his house. Now tell me what the hell is going on."
Denny shook his head, picked the phone back up and punched in some numbers. His voice was short, authoritative as he spoke. "Get someone over to Petrovich's house. I want him covered."
Bobbi's stomach twisted even further, and she was ready to grab Denny by the throat and demand answers when Howard walked in. The office door closed behind him with a definitive click and he gave both of them a flat stare.
She looked from Howard to Denny. "What the hell is going on? I want answers. Now."
"Bobbi, tell me exactly what happened. I want every detail."
The tension in the room was at an alarming high, fueling her anxiety. She swallowed back the emotion that threatened to drown her and gave a thorough recounting of the afternoon's incident, ending with her dropping Nikolai at his home before coming here.
Denny and Howard exchanged a long glance, communicating silently and reinforcing the fact that there was something much bigger going on than she had been led to believe. Howard finally looked at her, then motioned for her to take a seat as he did the same. Her stomach heaved as she lowered herself into the chair, her knees suddenly weak. It didn't make her feel any better when Denny remained standing, a stubborn scowl on his face as he shook his head.
"Howard, I want her out of it."
"Out of what? What the hell is going on?"
"It's too late for her to be out of it. And right now, she's our best bet to stay as close to Petrovich as possible without blowing everything."
"She's a forensic accountant, not a field agent. She's not trained—"
"Dammit!" Her outburst caught the attention of both men, and they finally turned to look at her. "What is going on?"
Again they exchanged a look full of silent communication that ended only when Denny released a heavy sigh and took his seat. His fingers drummed against the files as he stared at her with a look she couldn't read, a look that did nothing to relieve her growing anxiety.
"Petrovich is signing most of his contracted salary over to his agent. We believe he's being blackmailed but we don't know why. Nothing we've been able to uncover has given us any indication that there's anything in his background that would justify blackmail." Denny thumbed through one of the files and pulled several sheets of paper out.
"During his first two years in the league, he was signed with the SLA Agency. His contracts were solid and legitimate. Then, for no apparent reason, he terminated that contract with no notice and immediately signed with Walter Jacobs of Timur Bratva Ltd. One month after his signing, we became aware of irregularities in the finances of TBL, and specifically with Walter Jacobs. Monitoring of these finances led to the discovery that the contract signed by Petrovich gave Walter Jacobs ninety-eight percent of Petrovich's earnings."
Bobbi stared at Denny, her mind wrapping around the facts as she tried to paint a clearer picture of what he was saying. He had alluded to something like this last week, but this...It didn't make sense. Why would Nikolai agree to something so blatantly illegal? And why wasn't anything done about it back when it was first discovered? She asked Denny, but it was Howard who answered.
"The contract was executed while Petrovich was in Russia, and TBL's jurisdiction is for Russia. It wasn't bound by US oversight at the time."
"Is that even legal? I thought all players were bound by standards and regulations set forth by the league."
"Technically they are. But there was a little-known loophole that was used for this. That loophole has since been closed, but doesn't apply here."
"I don't understand. Why doesn't Ni—Petrovich terminate the contract and sign with another
"At his house. Now tell me what the hell is going on."
Denny shook his head, picked the phone back up and punched in some numbers. His voice was short, authoritative as he spoke. "Get someone over to Petrovich's house. I want him covered."
Bobbi's stomach twisted even further, and she was ready to grab Denny by the throat and demand answers when Howard walked in. The office door closed behind him with a definitive click and he gave both of them a flat stare.
She looked from Howard to Denny. "What the hell is going on? I want answers. Now."
"Bobbi, tell me exactly what happened. I want every detail."
The tension in the room was at an alarming high, fueling her anxiety. She swallowed back the emotion that threatened to drown her and gave a thorough recounting of the afternoon's incident, ending with her dropping Nikolai at his home before coming here.
Denny and Howard exchanged a long glance, communicating silently and reinforcing the fact that there was something much bigger going on than she had been led to believe. Howard finally looked at her, then motioned for her to take a seat as he did the same. Her stomach heaved as she lowered herself into the chair, her knees suddenly weak. It didn't make her feel any better when Denny remained standing, a stubborn scowl on his face as he shook his head.
"Howard, I want her out of it."
"Out of what? What the hell is going on?"
"It's too late for her to be out of it. And right now, she's our best bet to stay as close to Petrovich as possible without blowing everything."
"She's a forensic accountant, not a field agent. She's not trained—"
"Dammit!" Her outburst caught the attention of both men, and they finally turned to look at her. "What is going on?"
Again they exchanged a look full of silent communication that ended only when Denny released a heavy sigh and took his seat. His fingers drummed against the files as he stared at her with a look she couldn't read, a look that did nothing to relieve her growing anxiety.
"Petrovich is signing most of his contracted salary over to his agent. We believe he's being blackmailed but we don't know why. Nothing we've been able to uncover has given us any indication that there's anything in his background that would justify blackmail." Denny thumbed through one of the files and pulled several sheets of paper out.
"During his first two years in the league, he was signed with the SLA Agency. His contracts were solid and legitimate. Then, for no apparent reason, he terminated that contract with no notice and immediately signed with Walter Jacobs of Timur Bratva Ltd. One month after his signing, we became aware of irregularities in the finances of TBL, and specifically with Walter Jacobs. Monitoring of these finances led to the discovery that the contract signed by Petrovich gave Walter Jacobs ninety-eight percent of Petrovich's earnings."
Bobbi stared at Denny, her mind wrapping around the facts as she tried to paint a clearer picture of what he was saying. He had alluded to something like this last week, but this...It didn't make sense. Why would Nikolai agree to something so blatantly illegal? And why wasn't anything done about it back when it was first discovered? She asked Denny, but it was Howard who answered.
"The contract was executed while Petrovich was in Russia, and TBL's jurisdiction is for Russia. It wasn't bound by US oversight at the time."
"Is that even legal? I thought all players were bound by standards and regulations set forth by the league."
"Technically they are. But there was a little-known loophole that was used for this. That loophole has since been closed, but doesn't apply here."
"I don't understand. Why doesn't Ni—Petrovich terminate the contract and sign with another
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