He gives me a sad smile and shakes his head. “It is a key part of my business plan that I don’t shareany trade secrets with anyone.”
“I know, Rick—” I start.
“I mean,” he continues. “Imagine how it would look for someone like me, who is dependent uponevery criminal in this city trusting him, to throw all of that away. And for what?”
“Justice,” I say. “I know justice isn’t always clear. It looks different to everyone, but you know me.We’ve worked well together in the past, and I’d like to think you trust my judgment. So, if I tell you Ineed to know where the Cartel is holding their auction, I hope you’ll believe me when I say it isdire.”
I haven’t allowed myself to think about Milaya much. Not directly, anyway. I can think about the factthat she is gon
