“Something he shouldn’t have known,” I snarl. “Take the car. Tail him. I want to know if there’s more.”
My brother looks shocked. “You can’t seriously be thinking about accusing Vlad. You’ll lose the Solovyov support.”
“I’m not going to accuse him. His slip might mean nothing.”
It’s true. Vlad’s got a big mouth; he could’ve easily heard something and parroted it back to me. Or…
He could’ve been in league with Ivan.
Either way, I can’t be taking chances. Not now. Not when I have so much to protect. If I’m going to oust Vlad, I’m gonna need ironclad proof.
“Then isn’t it better to let it go?” Yuri pleads. “If he finds out—”
“He won’t find out,” I interrupt. “I trust you.”
Yuri’s objections die on his tongue. “Motya…”
“I’ll hail a cab. Keep me posted.”
He gives me a short nod. “Yes
