Chapter 57 Mole

• Back at the compound, James was a coiled spring of restless energy. With Lily safely ensconced abroad, he could finally focus all his faculties on the looming Petrov problem without distraction.
• "Talk to me, Lou," he said without preamble as his friend strode into the central hub. "Where are we at with smoking out these Slavic cockroaches from our crevices?"
• Louis' expression was uncharacteristically grim as he spread out a sheaf of documents on the table between them. "We might have a problem, Jimmy. A big one."