“Not at all.” Then I hand over three folders.
“Great,” Petra mutters. “More paper.”
“Paper is untraceable,” I remark. “Like this, the mole can’t track us.”
Right. Guess it’s time to break that particular glass. After all, this is a war council—and if that doesn’t count as “in case of emergency”…
Besides, April’s right. I need to start trusting the people around me. Even if it’s only a handful of them, I can’t keep going behind their backs. Either I’m in or I’m out. And Petra’s more than proven herself.
“Someone’s been spying for Carmine all along,” I tell her. “That’s how the first deal got blown up. We thought it was just Ivan, but we’ve started suspecting others.”
“Motya…” Yuri whispers in my ear.
But I press on. “Your father.”
Petra’s face freezes. For a split second, all moveme
