The next morning, I pace a line in front of Mom and Sash’s apartment building. My throat tightens with worry. No question about it. This situation with Vice is fraying my nerves.
For years, I’ve lived by one rule: always deliver for Otto and Konstantin. Sure, I could set up operations, fast and dirty. But, there’s a reason I’m the best—I look into every detail and contingency. Nothing goes wrong because my stuff is bulletproof.
And if I research whether Vice is following me, I could miss my deadline for the safe. That might mean no more meds for Sash. Yet, if I don’t dig more deeply, then I might be opening myself up to being attacked.
Either way, my sister could end up hurt.
Whatever happens next, Sash should have a say.
I straighten my spine and firm up my resolve. As I step up to t
