the local field office, which was run by one of his former Quantico classmates, Damon Wolfe. Jax loved not having to deal with the red tape and scrutiny that Damon was constantly under.
"Eli Pullman has a long history of criminal activities," Savannah continued, as she brought up the man's rap sheet and photo on another monitor. "He's been busted for everything from assault to drug possession to burglary. He got out of jail three weeks ago and has been staying at a motel off Hollywood Blvd. Diego and I already checked out his room. It was clean—no luggage, no personal items, nothing. Looked like he didn't plan to come back. We're still digging into what he's been doing since then and who he's been seeing."
"As for Firebird," Wyatt said, drawing Jax's attention across the table. "We believe Yuri Pashin was talking about an exclusive club in the Hollywood Hills. It's owned by a wealthy Russian banker, Alexander Dimitrov. The club was built in the seventies by Alexander's uncle, Constantine Dimitrov, also in the banking business. It was originally called the Russia House and catered to wealthy Russian businessmen and celebrities. The club was closed down after a fire six years ago. It remained that way until six months ago when Constantine's nephew, Alexander, reopened the club under a new name—Firebird. Since then, it has become one of the hottest memberships in town. It's no longer a Russian club, but there are quite a few wealthy Russians who are members, including Eddie Bozic."
Wyatt paused, as he pulled up photos of the club on the screen. "As you can see, from its opening in 1977 to its reopening this year, a lot has changed," Wyatt continued. "But while the building has been extensively remodeled, the décor is still an homage to the past. The five-star restaurant is open to the public, as is the rooftop deck with pool, spas, and cabanas. But the members have sole access to various other rooms at the club, including a library, poker room, and cigar lounge. There is also a banquet room used for special events. Membership fees start at fifty thousand dollars." Wyatt put up two more photos. "This is Alexander Dimitrov and his beautiful wife, Victoria. Alexander is fifty-two; Victoria is thirty-nine. She's a former model who currently makes a fortune as an influencer on social media. The club is drawing a lot of her friends."
"I need to get into that club," Jax said.
"And you have a good shot," Wyatt said. "They're looking for a bartender fluent in Russian."
"That would be me," he said, pleased at the easy opening.
"Is your cover intact?" Savannah asked.
"I think so. All of my meetings with Yuri were at the actor's workshop. The only person who saw me at the dealership is dead."
"Unless there was someone else inside who you didn't see," Flynn pointed out. "What about Eddie Bozic? You were supposed to meet him, not Pullman."
"Yuri said Bozic was on the phone with Pullman."
"Maybe go back to your usual blond hair just in case," Flynn suggested. "And shave the beard."
He nodded. He was more than happy to ditch the dark-brown hair dye and the beard. "What about the Wolf? Any ideas on that clue?"
"I looked up Russian names that might mean wolf," Caitlyn interjected. "Vuk, Boris, and Rudolph all mean wolf, but none of those names match anyone at the club."
"All right," Flynn said. "Jax—hit up the club tomorrow and try to get a bartending job. Wyatt—stay on Dimitrov and dig into the staff and members at Firebird. Savannah and Diego, why don't you focus on the dealership? We need to know every customer who purchased and/or had a car delivered from Falcon Motors in the last few months. Caitlyn—see what else you can dig up on Pashin. We need to know who he's been talking to. Let's get to work."
As the others left the room, Savannah moved around the table to take the seat next to him. She gave him an empathetic look. "Rough night for you."
He shrugged. "I've had worse. What I can't figure out is why the poison? Why didn't Pullman put a bullet in Yuri's head when he was in the dealership? But he started with poison. He didn't shoot until Yuri ran."
"It's a good question," she agreed. "Flynn thought about getting a crew in there, but he didn't want to tip anyone off."
"That was wise. We show our hand, and the rats will scurry into the woodwork. We need them to think they