“Did you put them up for sale too?”
“I did. I sold the docket too. Got a pretty penny for that intel.”
“You know who bought them?”
She shrugged. “Never bothered to look. Why, is it important?”
“I hate loose ends.” I grumbled under my breath, “Hold out your hands.”
Licking her lips, she complied. I notched my knife between her wrists then sliced through the nylon to liberate her.
“I don’t think we can ever be friends,” Ovianar muttered.
“I’ll settle for allies.”
Her expression resolute, she nodded. “Allies.”
45
CONOR
“No fucking way,”I clipped as I read the names on the list.
Justin DeLaCroix.
David Foundry
Sheridan Reinier
Aleksandr Kuznetsov
Bogdan Belyaev
Garry Smythe
“We all know who DeLaCroix is—chief justice and ex-head of the Sparrows. That means this meeting was no bullshit. These really are,were, at the top of the tree.”
Cin nodded. “They’re still doing well for themselves. Foundry’s the US Attorney General now.”
I nodded at Cin as I crossed my ankle over my knee. “And Reinier’s the director of the CIA.”
Though I could sense that meeting with BDSec had shaken her, Star was holding her own. But she was back to saying nothing and leaving me and Cin to do most of the talking.
For a paid hitman, Cin had a great sense of humor. Give meherover Temperance any day of the fucking week.
Currently holed up in the family room of Minerva and Ovianar’s home, we were discussing the situation away from the Union guards who were waiting for us outside.
“Garry Smythe is a pretty commonly used name. But isn’t he the White House Chief of Staff?”
“Yeah. At least,aGarry Smythe is.”
“Never heard of Bogdan Belyaev, have you?”
Star and I shared a glance at Cin’s question, but she just admitted, “He was Katina’s father.”
Cin asked, “That’s all you know about him?”
“We know he looks like a front,” I drawled. “No debts, no car loans, no possessions apart from a single bank account and a freakin’ house.And,” I directed at Star, “if some of Eoghan’s story is true, then he was an emissary to Russia.”