I waited twenty minutes before answering Sofia. Not because Mikhail told me to. He didn't. I waited because I wanted my attorney to confirm that the warehouse evidence was already copied somewhere I could not delete even if I lost my mind and tried. Then I texted one wo

I chose the meeting place. A hotel lounge in Midtown. Public enough that Luca Ferraro could not pretend I had come to him on his terms, private enough that we could talk without microphones in our faces. Mikhail was in the building because I had agreed to that. He was

My attorney wanted a written statement. The reporters wanted a confession. I gave them records. At eleven the next morning, Moretti Blooms was closed to customers for exactly one hour. I stood behind the front counter with my attorney beside me and the independ