I have the transcripts!
Julian showed me the operational logs from the Vienna station!”
“Julian showed you what he needed to show you to get his hands on Evelyn’s shipping terminals,” I said, turning my gaze back to the older man in the tailored suit.
Julian wasn’t smiling anymore.His right hand drifted toward the pocket of his overcoat.
“Stay still, Julian,” I murmured.“You take your hand out of that pocket and I will tear your trachea out through your collar.”
He froze.His knuckles remained inside the wool fabric, but his posture went stiff as an iron rail.
“You’ve been tracking Evelyn’s network for five years,” I said to Julian.“You knew she was laundering money through the port terminals.
You knew she had the local judiciary on a retainer.
But you couldn’t take her down without exposing your own involvement in the 2017 arms transfers through Norfolk.
