She could hear paper rustling on his end, voices faint in the background. “The commercial division will freeze certain transfers before noon. Also, your brother knows.”
She closed her eyes. “How?”
“Because this city leaks through people who owe him favors.”
She almost smiled despite herself. “And?”
“And he asked only one question.”
“What question?”
“Whether you wanted him involved.”
She looked at the boys, both now leaning against each other in sleep. “No.”
“I thought that would be your answer.”
He softened then, a quality few people ever heard in Martin Sloane’s voice. “You did well today.”
Eleanor stared at her reflection in the window. “I did what I had to.”
“That’s usually how well looks from the inside.”
After the call ended, she let silence return.