Chapter 237

"Lookie lookie," I said. "It's one of the Ten. Nine? Poor Theresa."

His smile faltered for a second, replaced by a shrewd look. "You knew about me." Wow. Such compassion for his dead co-villain. "Then I was even more correct to set you the task of finding these scrolls."

There are two types of people in this world, Ash, my girl. Those who are marks and those who aren't.

I'd hallucinated an entire alternate version of my life, and yet not for a second had I imagined a reality where Isaac Montefiore had played me.

I still couldn't.

The shovel's wooden handle that I held broke into splinters. "You didn't hire me. Nicola did."

"We always underestimate the wives and mothers, don't we? You'd never have believed she could be that duplicitous, but she's a fine little actress. When it matters to her." He casually called back over his shoulder. "Your precious son's life mattered a great deal, didn't it, my love?"

Nicola cried out.