“It fucking hurts like a bitch.” Doubt trickles into my heart. What if this was all staged, and Tiana is innocent? Jesus. Then I fucked up big time. “Send the recording. I’ll pass it on to Director Koslov and get him to check it. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” I nod even though Misha can’t see me. “I’ll be at your place first thing in the morning. Don’t do anything until I get there. I’ll talk to Tiana.” I nod again, feeling much calmer but fucking drained. “Thanks, brother.”
