I cross my legs and shrug. “My partner gets a little paranoid about my safety. He tends to go overboard sometimes.” I force a fake laugh. “You know how eccentric these rich businessmen can get.”
“And the rich businessman in question is…” He makes a big show of flipping through the small yellow notepad in his hand, as if he doesn’t already know exactly what he’s about to say. “… Andrey Kuznetsov, is that right?”
I cling to my cherry pendant to keep my hands from fidgeting. I started wearing it after we had our big talk, and I’m grateful for it now.
“I’m curious, Ms. Boone: why would a woman with a man like Andrey Kuznetsov want to work in a place like this?”
I uncross my legs and then cross them in the opposite direction. “Are you here to grill me on my personal life, Detective, or do y
