“Arthur’s men are looking for you too,” Julian said from behind me. “Gregory is not smart, but he is persistent.”

“Gregory does not know where the coast is,” I said.

“He found your sister’s apartment in the city,” Julian said.

My hand tightened on the edge of the sink.

The porcelain was cold and slightly chipped.

“My sister has not spoken to me in five years,” I said.

“Gregory does not care about that,” Julian said. “He broke her front door down two hours ago.”

I did not turn around.

I looked at my own reflection in the dark glass of the window.

“Did he hurt her?” I asked.

“My people intervened,” Julian said. “She is safe. For now.”

He was lying, or at least exaggerating his own role in her safety.

Julian did not protect people out of charity.

He had likely watched Gregory’s men go in and used the opportunity to position himself as a savior.

“You are very efficient,” I said.

“I am a businessman,” Julian said. “I like order.”

“If I give you the files, Arthur will know it was me,” I said.