Kazimierz’s smile turns sour. He clucks his teeth irritably. “Don’t be so stiff, dear. This is a friendlyconversation, not an interrogation. Though I do have a question for you…”
I swallow again. My throat is suddenly parched.
“Wh—what is it?” I ask.
“Why are you here tonight, Charlotte Dunn?” He takes a sip of his drink, watching me over the rim ofthe glass the whole time. “I happen to know you don’t have a shift.”
His eyes scour over my body. I feel as though I’m standing naked in front of him. It’s hard to maintainmy composure under a gaze like his.
Something about the man makes my skin crawl.
“I… came in to meet someone.”
“Someone?” Kazimierz asks with interest. “Is that so? Anyone I know?”
I have no choice but to nod. “He works for you,” I say. “But I’m not sure that you’ll kn
