“You had the right idea with the blackmail.” The mention of those files sends another stab of guilt through me. “I could askTikhon to hack into his records, if you want. Find something worth using.”
No. He can’t. Then he’d find exactly what I’ve been trying to hide from him. And if he does…
There’s no telling how bloody it’ll get.
“No,” I answer too quickly. Yulian’s brow kits with suspicion. “I mean, it’d take too long. I need something by tomorrow, andBrad’s database—it’s gotta be endless, right? It’d be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Besides, the hack itself would take
I must have made some sense, because Yulian says, “You’re not wrong.” He clicks his tongue in frustration. “That mudak.”
If he’s a mudak, what does this make me? I realize there’s probably some dirty Russia
