en with the cool calculation of a negotiator, not a girl dragged

nd poured himself a fresh, clean gla

shrieked, "Desmond, don't listen

oked at Desmond. "Could I have a g

houlders slightly hunched-not f

n, who quickly return

a touch of color back to her pale cheeks. She took a sm

t have to be afraid. Just a few questions. If you've

ether. She could either refuse and look guilty, or agree a

stion. Did you bring a h

instinctively. "Yes. It's in t

ant. "Could you pl

, who gave a slight nod.

fond of perfume, aren't you? I c

ut her fingers twitched at her side.

fany's crocodile leather handbag.

a powder compact, and a sma

ss, odorless-easy to hide in something already made to be

. "You're lying!" Her voice cracked on

won't mind if we have this 'per

a test, Tiffany's

ust pulled a tactical knife from Grant's belt and drove it into the marble t

rasp. "Tell me the truth. Or I'll have Grant throw you to the wol

d out. At the word "wolves," a sob tore loose, and her legs

"I did it! The drug is in the perfume bottle! One of my

off with a sin

ski name hang in the air, tied to the drug

at Grant. "Did

ward. "Yes, sir.

ing on the pathetic heap that was T

n the Montgomery and Kowalski corporations is terminated. I'll also be se

cheeks. She didn't fight when Grant hauled her up by the arm a

aware of his own pulse-too fast, too heavy. A low heat spr

veins on the back o

. It was