“Not enough,” Luc inserted.
Aidan agreed, “I’m instigating a kill order. We want them out of the state. They’re errand boys forsomeone. Whether it’s Devere and his cronies as the data presented here purports or they’re working on their own—either way, they have no place in New York.”
“We recently had a group of Albanians try to infiltrate one of our warehouses.” Luc bridged his hands over his abdomen. “Be prepared for them to hijack your places of business.”
As he explained what had happened atRussu, the others, for once, appeared united in their irritation.
“The Summit has assembled and convened on this matter—we are at war with the Albanians,” Aidan reiterated a moment later.
A bunch of ‘ayes’ went around the table.
“More frequent meetings will be necessary until this pestilence wreaking havoc on our city is dealt with.”
Finally, the Summit moved onto other, less volatile business.
By the end, I was bored shitless and ready to go home. Until Lyanov caught my eye a scant second after Aidan expressed the Summit over.
For the moment.
As I mentally groaned at having to attend more of these bullshit displays, I edged toward Lyanov when servers floodedthe space, drinks on trays for the aftermath, where business was discussed but in a more relaxed setting. “What is it?”
“SofiaTh3Gr8.”
My jaw tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know that you do.” He folded his arms across his chest. “She lives in Poughkeepsie now.”
“Who does?”
“Don’t bullshit me. We both know that you’re well aware of who SofiaTh3Gr8 is. She wanted me to pass on a message to you?—”
“If this was from that username, she’d know to contact me through our regular channels.”
He hitched a shoulder. “She said you haven’t been online for a while.”
Miedda.
That was the truth.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, I thought about what I knew of Sofia Voronova.
“What’s the message?”
“Spasibo.”
“I did nothing?—”
“And she might have some of those damn rubies your family is so invested in.”
I straightened. “You’re serious?”
“Finally, something caught your interest there, hmm?” Lyanov jeered.
“Seeing as we’re talking about a dead woman,” I ground out with a pointed look that soured his expression further. “What else is there to be interested in?”
“Do you want to meet with her or not?”
“I’ll check out our usual source of contact,” I hedged.
