I nod. “The development project needs a marketing director. Peterson has the exact qualifications on paper. Best of all, it’s far, far away from New York, the FBI, and Barkov,” I say. “A golden cage for our little songbird.”
Arkady considers this, then nods slowly. “It’s… neat. But what about the information he’s already passed along?”
“We’ll handle that in parallel. The evidence he’s provided is circumstantial at best. Without him to testify, it weakens their case considerably.”
A colder smile crosses my lips. “I haven’t gone completely soft. Let’s just say our friend Nikolai will be too busy dealing with his own problems to continue his crusade against the Akopov family.”
That particular problem will require a more traditional solution, but Rowan doesn’t need to know the details. Som
