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“We already have plans in place to send in both Montana and one other person to investigate,” Juliette said through a smile that showed a lot of teeth. “Dahlia McKean.”
“Dahlia,” Eric murmured softly.
Colum shot a concerned glance in Eric’s direction before catching Franco’s stare.
“Tell you later,” Colum mouthed.
“Tell me now.”
“Dahlia was the name of one of Eric’s wives who died.”
“Ah.” Franco’s heart hurt for the fleet admiral. Losing one spouse would be hard enough, but losing both?
Unfortunately, Franco had experience with that level of devastation when Devon and Juliette had been kidnapped. Prior to his spouses being taken, Franco had witnessed Devon being shot in the chest. He’d spent weeks fearing he’d lost them both and it had nearly destroyed him.
“Dahlia McKean…why do I know that name?” Percy muttered.
“She makes travel videos that are almost like mini documentaries. Has her own very popular channel. She’s famous for going places most people either can’t or won’t, and documenting her experiences,” Juliette responded.
“‘Don’t Follow Me’,” Percy said, smiling a little as he said the name of her channel. “I love her stuff.”
“She’s arranged to visit Crimea, at our request,” Juliette said. “That way Montana isn’t going in totally alone, plus, Dahlia speaks fluent Russian. Her mother was a diplomat.”
Eric looked at Juliette. “You were planning to go in and investigate without ever mentioning it to me?”
“Yet here we are, sharing information in good faith. And it seems to me that if I hadn’t said anything, you, Eric, wouldn’t know that you have a very serious problem. This blackmailer knows too much about your society.”
“You’re right.” Eric shot Hande a look. “Okay, the Crimean blackmailer is the first official opp of the Trinity Council.”
Ha! He’d said Trinity Council. It did make more sense than Masters Council.
“The Crimean Blackmailerwould be a good title for a book,” Colum murmured.
“Espionage or mystery?” Franco asked.
Colum hummed, then said, “Murder mystery.”
“Agreed.”
Percy cleared his throat. “Do you still want the MPF in charge?”
Eric nodded. “Yes. Assign one of our MPF people to go with them.”
“Them?” Percy looked from Eric to Juliette. “Both Americans?”
Eric sighed. “The Trinity Masters is several steps ahead of us, planning-wise, so we go with it and don’t reinvent the wheel. Hande, get all your information on the blackmail to Owen and Percy.”
“Yes, Fleet Admiral. And Sidika Arslan, one of my security officers, is a member of the MPF.”
“Does she speak Russian?”
Hande grimaced. “No, Fleet Admiral.”
Eric looked at Nikolett.
“Vadisk is a member of the MPF and one of my security officers. He speaks Ukrainian fluently, and his Russian is good.”
Eric’s gaze lingered on Nikolett for a moment, before switching to Juliette. It looked like he had to tear his attention away from Nikolett, his head turning even as his eyes stayed locked on her until the last second.
