“I don’t know,” Leo said, shaking his head. “I helped them get it downstairs into a catering van. When I came back up, you were gone. I assumed you woke up and got out of there. I hoped you had.”

Archie tightened the towel around his waist and stood up and walked over to Leo at the edge of the shower. “You’re done here,” Archie said. “You know that, right? You’re walking out of here with me, today.”

“I’ve given ten years of my life to this,” Leo said. “In a few days I can bring down the Russian connection and Jack’s partners in law enforcement. I could do time for murder.”

“Ya think?”

“I’m not doing it alone,” Leo said. “I’m taking them with me.”

Archie couldn’t believe they were having this conversation, Archie in a towel, a deluge of water going down the drain behind him. Leo had killed someone. He was compromised. He was clearly high on coke. And Archie was the one who’d gotten him involved in the first place. “You need to talk to Sanchez,” Archie said.

The color drained from Leo’s face.

“What?” Archie asked.

Leo took a small step back, like an invisible hand had suddenly given him a hard shove. “Sanchez is dirty,” he said.

Acid burned in Archie’s throat. No. That couldn’t be true. Archie had sent Susan to Sanchez. He’d told her she could trust him. But if Sanchez was dirty, why had he sent Archie to the party to begin with? “He came to me,” Archie said. “He sent me here last night to check on you.”

Leo’s eyes widened. “Sanchez knows I’m undercover?”

Archie nodded, seeing where Leo’s mind was going.

“Then Jack knows,” Leo said. The torrent of water in the shower was the only noise. It sounded like a rainstorm. Then Leo laughed—a hard, mirthless chuckle. “He’s fucking with us,” he said. His eyes were desperate. “I killed a man, for nothing.”

“Are you sure he’s dirty?” Archie asked. “There’s no doubt?”

The bathroom door opened again, and Jack Reynolds walked in. Archie made a mental note to lock the door if he ever took a shower here again.

Leo turned his face toward the wall, clearly fighting for composure.

“You people have some interesting notions of boundaries in this house,” Archie called.

“I brought you some clothes,” Jack said, holding up a neat stack of clothing and a pair of shoes. He set the stack next to a potted orchid on the marble vanity and then sauntered over to join them near the shower. Archie tried to act like there was nothing strange about the fact that he was standing there wet and wearing a towel talking to Leo while the shower continued to run behind them.