It was impossible.
Lilia’s deepest, darkest secret could not be on her file. She’d been promised. It had been years.
Montgomery was bluffing.
Lilia knew it had to be so, but she still had a cold lump of dread in her gut. She wouldn’t give Montgomery the satisfaction of changing her plans, though. She wasn’t that easily rattled.
It didn’t help that Lilia was deeply suspicious of that last crumb of data that had been left on Gid’s palm. She had to check it out, although she was well aware that someone could have predicted her response to a solitary data snippet. Her mother would have suggested that she’d been set up. Lilia wasn’t quite that paranoid.
Most of the time.
New Gotham was changing her perspective, but quick.
How exactly had it happened that there had only been one bit of da
