“Then you’re sentimental, which makes you sloppy.”
Another laugh.
“Your husband doesn’t know, does he?”
I said nothing.
“But he’s learning. Painfully. Publicly. How unfortunate.”
“What do you want?”
“The ledger.”
My pulse slowed.
Not raced.
Slowed.
That was how fear worked when it was old enough.
It became calculation.
“The ledger burned,” I said.
“No, Rachel. The safe house burned. The ledger moved. You moved it.”
General Hayes mouthed silently: Ledger?
I ignored him.
The voice softened. “You kept insurance. You always did. That’s why Command trusted you. That’s why enemies feared you. That’s why your own people watched you.”
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