But when he speaks next, his voice is ice: cold, smooth, and dangerously sharp. “Are we going to have a problem, Yuri?”
“You tell me. Did you break the deal or not?”
Fear seeps back into my heart. Not for myself, or even for my daughter: for Yuri.
Speaking to Carmine like that is as good as a death sentence.
But it seems that, whatever understanding they have, it’s too valuable to throw away. So Carmine lets out a long sigh and says, his tone much calmer, “It was the girl. She gave away our last inside man. He had to make a call on the spot.”
“Don’t look so put-out. You were in charge of her surveillance, weren’t you?” Carmine sneers. “If you’re going to point fingers for this, then by all means, I’ll find you a mirror.”
I can’t help the guilt that grips me. I’m not sorry for stealin
