He looked pale and lost in thought. Against better judgment, I reached out to him.“It’s okay. I’m okay,” he said, downing the rest of his drink and pouring another.“If it’s any consolation, we’re both in pretty shitty places right now. I have to figure this out or I’ll get framed. It’s like The Broker is playing some sick, twisted mind game with me,” I said, taking the glass from his hand before it reached his lips.He stared at my mouth as I took a sip.I let myself become his distraction for some messed-up reason, and I could only blame it on the disguise I was wearing and the goddamn atmosphere of this place.“I know. I’m sorry,” he said.“What’s the connection? Why did The Broker go after your uncle, your family, and Mrs. Bayern?” I asked.“If I knew, we wouldn’t be here. I can only assume he’s a hired hand with a network of hitmen like Vega. Someone must have hired him the same way he hired Vega,” he said.Whoever it was, screw them. I just wanted a big-girl job to get a big-gi
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