Anatoly seemed very curious about what Schiller's deal was, but he wasn't as talkative as Deathstroke. He only watched in silence. And Schiller had no intention of hiding anything about himself. The first thing he did after returning to the city was load his gun, find a car, and drive toward Cairo's Red Light District.
Once he reached the Red Light District, he headed straight in. The moment he met the madam, he stuffed dollars into her cleavage. Schiller brushed past her and went upstairs, then knocked on the door at the very end of the corridor. The door opened, and the dark muzzle of a gun pressed against Lady Shiva's forehead.
"That won't work on me, boy."
"Someone manipulated you," Schiller said. "I think you know who it was."
Lady Shiva's movements paused. Then she sighed softly, stepped aside to let Schiller in, shut the door, and said, "Khaywen was too greedy. He wanted too much. I just didn't expect him to dare make a move against me."
"When a businessman is no longer satisfied with his current wealth, he's bound to meddle in politics. Egypt's chaos does neither of us any good. If it's inconvenient for you to get rid of your former employer, I can help."
"You expect me to trust an American cop?" Lady Shiva gave a contemptuous laugh.
"Ordinary American cops don't show up here." Schiller tilted his head. "All I want is Khaywen's location."
Lady Shiva looked a little hesitant. After a long moment, she said, "Although I'm an Assassin, I don't like killings that aren't under my control. Khaywen shouldn't have used that method to control me—he has a lover in Romania, and he usually spends Ramadan there."
"I don't have time to go to Romania," Schiller said. "Make him come back."
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