Stan licked his lips. "You scared him very much. He thought Apollo's place was secret, but you knew about it. And he thought his camp in South Dakota was safe, but you attacked with no warning. I do not understand how you knew about his camp."
Robby snorted. "He's fishing. He's still working for them. Let me kill him now."
"No!" Stan raised his hands. "Please. I can see how it is going. Ivan, Katya, Galina, Jedrek - they are all dead. You killed over sixty Malcontents in South Dakota. Casimir will lose. He must lose. He is evil."
"Nice speech," Zoltan said. "Where is Casimir?"
"He was afraid you would find him if he stayed in America, so he went back to Russia. He is very angry, and he cries for revenge. He will come back."
"When?" Angus asked.
Stan shook his head. "I do not know. He lost too many men in South Dakota. And then he killed more himself, because he thinks one of his men betrayed him and told you our location. He is...paranoid now. He trusts no one, and many followers have run away to hide. He is in very bad shape till he can find way to rebuild army."
Robby leaned close to Angus. "We should go after him, finish him off while he's weak."
Angus nodded, then addressed the Russian. "We appreciate the information. We'll have to verify it first, of course - "
"Then you will take me?" Stan asked.
"Eventually, perhaps." Angus crossed his arms. "For now, I want ye to go back to the coven in Brooklyn and continue to bring us information."
Stan grew pale. "You want me to spy for you." He ran a hand through his white-blond hair. "You know how dangerous that is? If they find out - "
"We're no' asking you to die," Angus interrupted.
"Speak for yerself," Robby muttered.
"If ye have the slightest inkling of danger," Angus continued, "ye must teleport away immediately. Then call us, and we'll take you somewhere safe. Phineas will give you his cell phone number. Memorize it. What do ye say?"
Stan took a deep breath. "All right. I will do it."
"Good." Angus turned to Phineas. "He'll be reporting to you. Take him away and make yer plans."
"Yes, sir." Phineas took hold of Stan's arm. "Let's go." He teleported away, taking the Russian with him.
Robby shook his head. "I should have killed him."
"Nay," Angus said. "He's much more valuable as a spy."
"We canna trust him," Robby argued. "Casimir could have sent him as a double agent. I should have killed him."
"Robby." Emma descended the stairs, frowning. "All this talk about killing - it's not like you. I know they did terrible things to you, and it breaks my heart, but - "
"I doona want yer pity," Robby growled. "And I'm no' sorry for what happened. It bloody well opened my eyes. We should have killed all the Malcontents years ago. I say we teleport to Moscow immediately and hunt Casimir down."
"We will." Angus motioned to Zoltan. "Call Mikhail in Moscow. Find out if there's any news about Casimir."
"Got it." Zoltan headed up the stairs, slipping a cell phone from the pocket of his black leather jacket.
"If it's still dark in Moscow, we'll teleport there right away," Angus told his wife. "If no', we'll go as far as our castle in Scotland."
Emma nodded. "I hope Stanislav was telling the truth."
"'Twill be bloody well impossible to find Casimir in Russia," Robby grumbled. "The place is huge, and he knows it much better than us. I think we should divide up - "
"Robby," Angus interrupted. "Lad, ye're no' going."
He stiffened. "Of course I'm going. My hands and feet are healed - "