Twinned lies
As he walked out of his office door something occurred to him, only a handful people knew what he really wore around his neck—he was not only looking for a thief, there was a snitch too, and now he had to find out for sure which of his rivals planned this, even though everything in him was screaming ‘Dimitri Volkov’.
She watched the sunrise from a rented flat in Nice, one leg curled beneath her, a steaming cup of black coffee in her hand. The city woke slowly—market stalls creaking open, mopeds whining through alleyways, the sea yawning in gold and gray.
She didn’t allow herself a smile, not yet. Not until the tracker she’d embedded in Luca De Rossi’s cufflink came online.
A soft ping vibra
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