Conditions

Killian

Tommaso wouldn’t stop bouncing his leg, and it was vibrating through my desk.

We were poring over stacks of records, using one of Adrian’s laptops to search for Mattia’s whereabouts, and sorting through Andre’s assets simultaneously. Half of my attention was still on Sera. I hated to leave her, especially when her expression was almost heartbroken. But she had to understand that she and the family’s safety was a priority—at least during work hours.

Damn. I should have told her that.

But my concentration on this work was disrupted by the faint rattling sound.

“Something on your mind, Conti?”

Tommaso jerked his head up. “What?”

“You’re shaking my desk.”

He stopped his leg. “Shit. Sorry. Didn’t realize I was doing that.”

“What are you thinking about?” I asked my friend.

“Egypt,” Tommaso admitted, tossing a paper on the stack. “I’ve had a lot of leads, but now I’ve hit a dead end.”

“Then go,” I urged. “Our biggest threat is dead, the holidays are over, and you’ve fulfilled all