Page 206 of Their Arrangement

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Mason looked at me. “Could be someone in the Antwerp loop. Could be someone watching your diamond trade from the outside. Or…”

“Or it could be one of London’s enemies.”

“Exactly.”

That name tightened everything behind my ribs. I pulled out my phone. Called him. London answered on the second ring.

“Didn’t expect you.”

“You’ve got a leak.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Someone used your back-end to fund a hit. On someone close to me.”

Pause.

“Cloe?”

“Yes.”

Silence stretched.

Then London’s voice came low, sharp.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need to know if it’s one of yours. Or if someone’s coming for both of us.”

“I’ll find the thread.”

“I’ll cut it.”

The line went dead.

I turned back to Mason.

“Trace it all.”

“I already started.”

“Find whoever signed off on the offshore account.”

“And if it leads nowhere?”

I stared down the garage.

“Then I find the nearest someone. And make them bleed.”

“Wolfe,” Barron said, voice lower now.

“Tell me you didn’t start something you can’t finish.”

I met his eyes.

Cold.

Unflinching.

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