My kid’s going through a lot. I file that tidbit of information away, remind myself to set Maksim on its trail.
Whatever’s going on in Mia’s life, I want to know it. A pawn as crucial as her is not allowed the luxury of privacy.
“That’s quite the characterization,” I remark.
“My kid’s quite the Bond fan.”
She doesn’t drop my gaze. I can see her swallowing with nerves, the subtle tremor of her fingers giving her away. But despiteall that, she’s still pushing back.
I can’t say I dislike it. Infuriating or not, she’s got guts. And if this plan is going to work, I’m gonna need that attitude.
“Fine,” I say. “One guard, in his car. But I want a camera on the door. Live feed, 24/7.”
“Can you make it small?”
“I’m the CEO of StarTech. I can make anything.”
“Then that’s fine with me.”
She
