I sat, speechless, staring at Henry. I was supposed to start tunneling my way into the Bulgarian mafia…alone? I’d been looking forward to starting my first real independent assignment, of course, but I’d assumed I’d have backup, or at least a partner. Instead, I was depending on my two-week crash course in the Bulgarian language and an unofficial British Intelligence friend who might or might not share critical information with me.
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