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“I—”
“A life partner?” Roman whispers, drawing my eyes to his, forcing me to swallow my words.
Shit.
“Yes, it was tragic.” The detective continues, nodding solemnly. “Hearing that her husband died of a heart attack so young is almost unheard of these days, especially in a man who used to be a professional athlete.”
As I nod my head, my eyes are still locked on Roman.
“Yes. Very sad,” I say, trying to hide the disgust in my voice, hearing how even now people are still idolizing my monster.
“Anyway,” Roman interrupts, still staring at me but gesturing to his office, “Shall we, detective?”
With a nod, Detective Hevon walks forward.
As they walk into his office, Roman closes the door, and just before the privacy screen coats the glass, I catch him winking at me.
Chapter Nineteen
ROMAN
“You sure about this, Boss?” Boris says, looking up at me warily. “You really want me to just drill this…directly into the desk?”
“Did I fucking stutter?”
“No, Boss,” he says, shaking his head. “You didn’t.”
The whirring sound of the drill echoes through the empty office floor. A hole is bored straight through the desk. And then another. And another. That’s when the welder steps up to the plate.
Closing my office door with my coffee in hand, I walk around to the desk and sit down watching the construction scene before me…a smile growing on my face.
Oh, Abby is going to love this.
With the early morning team of professionals I’ve assembled, they finish in just under an hour. On top of that, they’ve cleaned up their mess, put everything back where it was, and have cleared the building before Abby even steps on to the floor.
Perfect.
Throwing my airpods in my ears, I begin my day, mapping out my meetings, and answering emails.
The first is from Ana.
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: Three Questions
Detective Hevon came to see you. Fill me in.
And I heard through the grapevine you took Abigail Wayne to lunch at Albertos that day, even though we discussed this.
Did he talk to her?
Should we be talking about her?
Are you a dumbass?
Anastasia Romanov