Arya starts gushing about everything she went in to observe. She explains the floor plan, promising to draw pictures later, and tells me where guards are stationed, where security checkpoints are located, where the visible cameras look.
It’s some of the best reconnaissance work I’ve ever seen, right up there with my most reliable men in the Bratva.
Arya knows what she is doing.
I frown when she’s done. “Did anyone notice you?”
It’s dark in the car, but I can still see her cheeks flush. “I mean, a few guys noticed me, but I don’t think they worked at the casino.”
The jealous beast inside of me flares up. “Not what I meant.”
“Sorry,” she murmurs. Then she waves the money at me. “Are you hungry? I’m buying.”
“I’m not sure if you remember, but I’m the one who gave you the money you star
