“And if the bidding goes higher than we can afford?” Adaire asked, posing the question that had been plaguing me all day.
“We quit,” Beattie said without hesitation. “We are businesspeople, and this is business. We don’t spend more than we plan.”
I took a deep breath. What she said made sense, but I wondered what we were going to do about Victora if we didn’t get his books. That idea made my heart run like a speeding horse.
Aaran’s voice was, again, calm and firm. “We make notes about who the buyers were and how they paid, and then we report back to Victora with a plan to approach the buyers directly with a little of his persuasion.”
I groaned. “So, he threatens them, and we get the books anyway. Great.” I was liking this role as undercover agent less and less. “But at least it’s a pla
