I blow out a sigh and relax. At least I didn’t screw that up for her. “So, we’re good then? I’m clear?” I stupidly allow the blossom of hope to open in my chest, and I’m already planning what I’ll say to Margaret when I show up on her doorstep this time.
“You’re clear, but you’re not done yet.”
“What does that mean?”
“As it turns out, Anton wasn’t our head honcho.” Hayes slides a folder across the table and I take it, flipping it open to see the file of a completely different guy. “This is the guy we need to take out.”
I nod. “Where?”
Hayes lets a small smirk curve his lips and says, “Russia.”
Fucking shit.