I’d made a big to-do about Fausto having contacts in private jet companies, but I didn’t believe it. A bug or a mole was a thousand times more likely.
The room where I’d told Dario about Macau was such an unusual place for us to talk, I didn’t believe it could possibly be bugged.
Which suggested a mole.
Did they overhear us talking?
Or did they learn about our plans after we left for Hong Kong?
If that were the case, the mole could be anyone who worked for us: foot soldiers, administrative people, kitchen staff…
Christ.
It was a fucking headache trying to untangle the possibilities.
I was going to have to go to extraordinary lengths to root out the truth when I got home.
What bothered me most was that Sofia wasn’t surprised my brother was coming to meet me at the casino.
In fact, she’d accidentally revealed that she knew it was Roberto.
I’d said,My brother’s heading here right now.
A second later she’d asked,So even your twin brother doesn’t know about me?
I hadn’t mentioned that the brother in question was my twin.
Which meant she knew Roberto was in Hong Kong.
And if she already knew that, then she probably knewwhy…
Which meant she’d probably gone to see Lau on her own.
It made perfect sense.
Sofia hadn’t been playing in the tournament, and it would be idiotic for Fausto to let her go during such a crucial phase of his plans.
So…
Most likely…
She knewwhywe were going to Hong Kong…
And she was here to try to sabotage us.
After all, if we got the money, we could continue waging war against Fausto.
But if we didn’t, things would end pretty fucking quickly.
Roberto had told us it would be difficult to get the 50 million back from Lau…
But it might have just become well-nigh impossible.
Still, all that was conjecture.
I would try to tease some information out of her later that evening…
After I did a few ‘other things’ with her beforehand.