Page 135 of Shattered Altar (Makarova Bratva Duet)

“What’s the matter?” I prod. “Not interested in a reunion?”

She glares at me. “I’m not staying long. I just wanted a chance to get dressed up.”

“I’m flattered,” I say. “Does this bring us to the reason you’re here in the first place?”

She nods and her smirk flattens out. “You’re not going to like it.”

“I assumed as much.”

“There is a reason the cops zeroed in on you,” she tells me. “Someone gave them an anonymous tip.”

“We knew that already.”

“But what we didn’t know was who gave them the tip.”

“Don’t drag it out. You have a name?”

She nods. “I do. You’re really not going to like it.”

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