She cuts me off. “No names, but he told me the couple are as plain as a couple can be. He’s a tall, thin man with glasses and a bald spot, and she is mousy—brown hair, petite little thing. The way he described them, they didn’t sound anything like the couple you told me about.”
That doesn’t mean anything, I tell myself. I know Ilyasov is in New York City, so maybe he put Lukas in someone else’s care. Maybe someone else in his Bratva is watching over him.
But it could also be a false lead that will take me to a dead end and a broken heart.
Breathe, Arya. You can’t fall to pieces just yet.
“Did the doctor ask them any questions?”
“He was nervous to tell me too much, but he did talk to them a little bit. The baby hadn’t been seen by a doctor yet, and when he asked why, they didn’t want t
