Andrei lingered for a second longer before closing the door. Suzanne exhaled shakily, her mind made up. She would find the truth, no matter how deeply Andrei had buried it.
The next morning, Suzanne woke early, her mind still racing with unanswered questions. She needed to be careful—if Andrei suspected she was digging into his past, he'd close ranks, and any hope of finding the truth would slip through her fingers.
Over breakfast, Andrei was his usual composed self, discussing their next steps in bringing down Rurik's network. His calmness grated on her nerves now, every word he spoke feeling like a carefully chosen move on a chessboard she hadn't realized she was playing.
"We've narrowed down Rurik's next move," Andrei said, sliding a folder across the table toward her. "Marcus intercepted communication about a shipment leaving his base of operations tomorrow night. If we can intercept it, we'll have enough to cripple his supply chain."
