He looked at her in concern. “But, Nita . . . it’s the police. I have my issues with INHUP, but I don’t want to destroy the police.”

“Countries have their own individual police forces and laws. They don’t need INHUP. They were fine before INHUP, and they’ll be fine after it.”

“I suppose.” He shook his head, disbelief marking his features. “You really want to take on the black market and the police?”

“I do.”

He burst into laughter. He tipped his head back, and when he smiled at her, it was vicious and cruel and delighted.

“What the hell? Why not. Go big or go home.” He considered. “Well, for me it’s probably go big or get dead.”

The waitress had been approaching, sort of shyly eyeing Kovit while he was being adorable about his sister, but when she saw that laugh and grin, full of darkness, her eyes widened, and she quickly returned the way she’d come.

“You’re not going to die.” Nita’s voice was fierce.

“No,” he whispered, and she could almost see him shoving the fatalism aside and smashing the determination on top of it to keep it down. “I’m not.”

For a moment, they were silent, letting their energy hang in the air between them, a promise of survival. They’d made it this far. They would make it to the end.

“When are we leaving for Buenos Aires?” he asked.

“As soon as possible.” She checked her phone. “There’s a direct overnight flight leaving at midnight tonight.”

He nodded. “Can we be ready for that?”

“Yes. It’s just . . .” Nita took a deep breath. “We need to discuss what we’re going to do about Gold when we leave. We can’t take her with us.”

Kovit’s eyes narrowed. “You want to kill her.”

“No,” Nita lied. “But she is a complication. We need a solution.”

Kovit watched her carefully. “It would make things worse if she died.”

“How?”

“Her father is the head of the Family. He knows that Henry and Gold are hunting me. If Gold dies, he will move heaven and earth to find me and kill me.”

Nita snorted. “You’ve already got INHUP after you, how much worse can it get?”

He gave her a bitter smile. “Trust me, you don’t want to find out.”

“And if Gold lives and tells him Henry is dead?”

Kovit shrugged. “I suppose it depends on the way Gold tells the story. He might still move heaven and earth to kill me. Or he might not.”

Nita was silent for a long moment. “You want to let her go.”

He met her eyes. “I do.”

She hesitated. “She could ruin us.”