“We don’t have time for either.” I drop the USB drive on her kitchen counter. “This came out of Bill Oglethorpe’s safe deposit box.”
As I expected, her jaw drops.
Kir, for all that he is a trained killer and son of the Bratva, is also a sentimental bastard and an absolute simp for his wife. I made a guess that he would have filled her in on everything I reported yesterday, and it turns out I was spot on.
That’s good. It’ll make things go faster if I don’t have to explain it all to Jillian from the start.
Without another word, I see her shift gears. She goes from Pregnant Housewife to Cold-Blooded Reporter in the blink of an eye. Her jaw tightens, eyes thin, brows furrow. If I didn’t know her as well as I do, I might’ve been slightly intimidated.
She plucks her laptop from the table, s
