Chapter 54

Bianca kept thinking about what Marcy had said.

She should have laughed. Should have snapped at the girl, shut it down before the thought could root. Instead, she found herself considering.

Matthias was in the study, hunched over the oak desk. Maps, dossiers, photographs of Gary’s men were spread out in messy layers. His pistol rested on the blotter beside an untouched glass of bourbon. He looked