CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE – A DOUBLE AGENT

A weighted pause stretched between them, the only sound the faint crackle of the phone line as Sienna seemed to consider her response with painstaking deliberation. "Information," she said finally, that serpentine purr tingeing her words with undisguised relish. "Intelligence, to put it bluntly - everything either of us could possibly need to dismantle their operations piece by agonizing piece." Charlotte felt her breath catch in her throat, sudden tendrils of trepidation coiling through her like brambles of ice. "Intelligence..." she echoed slowly, unable to keep the wariness from bleeding into her tone. "Sienna, tell me you're not mixed up with--" "Organized crime?" The rich alto cut her off with a disdainful snort, somehow conveying layers of derision in those two syllables alone. "Please, Charlotte - give me some semblance of credit. I may be morally flexible when the situation calls for it, but I do have standards, darling." In spite of herself, despite the yawning pit of drea