Blood

HJ

I left her to get breakfast, to get my bearings, and to get intel on the fact that I was sleeping with the heiress to the Russian mob.

Carlos had already pulled intel from Georgie’s phone, and he called both Sebastian and I about

it that morning. “Well, there’s a lot more information than I wanted in here.”

Sebastian grumbled into the phone, surely tired from lack of sleep. “Is there information on where the fuck Winona’s at?”

“We’ve got everyone out looking,” I said, lying through my teeth. I hadn’t looked at all last night.

“Dimitri took her. It’s obvious from the communications,” Carlos announced. “I’ve got— I think we need to meet to discuss this.”

Carlos was always worried about tapped phones. We were intelligent enough to have people within the FBI bury our conversations. We switched out phones too. Still, you could never be too careful, and I was sure Carlos had the information I needed, information that would start a war I wasn’t sure I was ready to participate in.

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