Chapter 57
Back at the compound, James was a coiled spring of restless energy. With Lily safely ensconced abroad, he could finally focus all his faculties on the looming Petrov problem without distraction.
"Talk to me, Lou," he said without preamble as his friend strode into the central hub. "Where are we at with smoking out these Slavic cockroaches from our crevices?"
Louis' expression was uncharacteristically grim as he spread out a sheaf of documents on the table between them. "We might have a problem, Jimmy. A big one."
James felt his spine stiffen at the other man's tone. "What kind of problem?" he asked tightly.
Jabbing a finger at the papers, Louis met his gaze squarely. "The kind of problem that looks a hell of a lot like an inside job, boss."
A muscle ticked in James' clench
