Valentina's POV
"No," I said.
The word came out stronger than I felt.
Helen looked at me for a long moment.
The detective in her was running calculations as to the odds of keeping such info from the team.
"Valentina..."
"If Moretti knows, he pulls me out." I kept my voice flat, which was the voice of someone presenting an argument rather than making a plea.
"If he pulls me out, we lose the wedding. We lose everything I've spent months building. The financial records, the Catania evidence, the network, none of it is enough without the wedding. We need everyone in that room."
"You have two fractured ribs," Helen said quietly. "A possible concussion. Your face..."
"Looks worse than it is," I said.
She looked at me with the particular expression of a woman who knew that was not true and had decided not to say so.
