“Your interests and ours align. We appreciate the listening devices and cameras you installed at Aleksa Stanković’s estate, but we’ll be handling Aleksa from here on. You have something more critical to help us out with,” the Frenchman said while brushing his hands down his now rumpled shirt. “Au revoir. We wish you the best of luck on your mission.” His tone was suddenly somber, and Jesse had the feeling that something crucial was being left out or lost in translation—maybe both—despite the fact they were speaking English, not French.
