“Would it matter?” I point with my thumb towards the piles of fake money. “It’s not like you need it to be.”
His throat works. I can tell I’ve hit the nail on the head, but also that he wishes I hadn’t. That whatever secret I’ve stumbledupon isn’t one he intended to share. Not tonight. Perhaps not ever.
Eventually, he exhales. “You’re a nosy little thing, you know that?”
“Got it on a bumper sticker.”
“Of course you do.” His lip twitches, but only for a moment. “I lost people.”
It’s just three words, but they hit like bullets. “Soldiers?”
He shakes his head. “No. That comes with the territory. The ones I’ve lost—they shouldn’t have been targeted to begin with. Atleast two of them were completely innocent. And those who weren’t…” a sharp intake of breath. “They still shouldn’t havebeen
