Something I can’t read flickers across Viviana’s face, but she tucks it away and slaps on a smile. “Just you and me tonight, bud. What should we read?”
I walk into the house before they can decide and it feels like I’m stepping through a portal. Like my life is divided cleanly into two halves.
I wish that was the case. As it is, the two halves are on a collision course. And there’s no telling what kind of c*****e will be left behind.
“If there was anything to know about who tipped off the feds, we’d have it by now.” Anatoly has given up his usual spot on the sofa in exchange for anxiously pacing across the room. “No one knows a f*****g thing.”
“Or they’re lying to us.” It’s the same theory I offered to Raoul outside, but it hits Anatoly a bit differently.
He stiffens, stopping his pac
