“Don’t worry, it’s got a little brandy in there,” he assures me. “Want some?”
Adriano raises his eyebrows. “You look like shit.”
He smirks. “You know what I mean. What happened?”
“Charlotte’s running away to join the circus?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “She neglected to tell me something,” I explain carefully. “Something sheshould have told me the moment she f*****g saw me.”
“That she got pulled in to a private conversation with Kazimierz f*****g Kowalczyk.”
“Whoa,” Adriano breathes, his eyebrows hitting the top of his forehead. “When did this happen?”
“The day she was going in to scope things out with that fucker Henryk,” I tell him. “Apparently, shewas taken straight to a private VIP room.”
“And she got outta there alive?” Adriano says, whistling low. “Girl’s resourceful, you gotta
