Ryan had the good sense to give me twenty minutes after the meeting concluded before calling my cell. “It’s political bullshit, Lina, don’t let them get to you. With all the crap building up in Ukraine right now, Bulgaria is small potatoes to them, especially for crimes that are old news in their chunk of the old Soviet Union.”
My cheeks were still burning as I hunted for a cab. “If they want to treat me like small potatoes, fine. But Ryan, I swear to you, I feel like that man made a decision to trust me. They’re just going to tell him something came up after I promised him that I would help him? That I would protect him?”
“Welcome to agency bureaucracy, Lina, don’t get sentimental.” Ryan’s voice was even. “This is the way things work when info gets bounced up to their level. If we’d managed to catch him before he left our jurisdiction, it would have been different. As it is, though, you did great. Even what information you already got is enough to keep you busy for a while. You should be proud of yourself…I told you to seal the deal and you did it in record time. That’ll go in your file, trust me.
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