I turned back to Nila. "Would you mind sharing where this assassination plot was hatched?" "What?"
"You've already admitted you were hired to kill me. I just want to know where it was set up."
She stared at me. "Why does it matter?" "If my hunch is right, I'll explain. If not, I'll still tell you. So, where was it?"
"A dining place in Goren's territory. I can't be more specific—" "Which level?"
"What?" "Which level of the building?"
She gave me a puzzled look. "The ground floor."
"Alright," I said, "so it was a restaurant, not a bar. You didn't have a direct conversation with him about the job, did you?"
"Absolutely not."
"So you're not even sure where the assignment originated?"
"Well, I assumed it was from--" She paused, her eyes widening. "Then who could it be?"
"We'll get to that," I said. "It's not what you're thinking, I believe. Just give me a second."
She nodded. "Thorne."
"Yes, Viktor?"