“The fucker deserves it,” I tell her. “You don’t betray the Mazzeo to the Polish and live to tell thetale.”
That’s the first thing I feel when Lucio lets slip that he’s uncovered a mole working for the Polish.
Because if this mole is in fact working for the Polish, he might have information.
Information that could put me at risk.
Lucio is no fool. He’s good at reading expressions, and he’s even better at reading me. I need to passoff my fear as concern for Evie.
Not difficult, considering I am actually concerned about Evie.
“Where’s Evie?” I ask, pivoting away from him.
He follows close behind me as I start to jog through the mansion. “She ran out of the cellar when Itried to go near her.”
“She shouldn’t have been there at all!” he bellows.
I whirl on him furiou
