Chapter 9
She is no one.
Aleksi had lied. Dimitri knew this. The woman had mattered, did matter, but he hadn’t known how much. He’d thought—he did not know what he’d thought. But this. It took all his self control not to lash out at this messenger. If one killed one’s snitches, then information dried up. This one had not wanted to talk, had wanted to hold this last card. It wasn’t a sure thing. Sometimes knowing was not power.
His uncle should have told him. Oh, he knew why the old man hadn’t. It was not the thin edge of wedge. It was hammer at the old man’s head. At them? He wondered. So much depended on what the woman had on him. If it was solely about the pact his uncle had made with Calvino and St. Cyr, then that was his uncle’s problem. Unless—would his uncle flip? He might if he t
