TIMOFEY
She's nervous.
"Okay, so you can kill a man but you can't talk about it?" she asks.
"Since when do you care about Rodion?" I start to ask.
Then an idea strikes.
The moment the words are out of my mouth, I follow them across the room. I move so quickly Piper doesn't have time to back away or protect herself. She just flattens against the wall as I shove my hand down the front of her jeans.
"What are you—" She slaps at my arm and kicks at my ankle. "Get off!"
I don't feel anything, so I yank her shirt up. Her stomach is flat and bare. "You're not wearing a wire."
She squeals and squirms until I let her shirt drop. Her hands settle protectively across her stomach. "Why in the hell would I be wearing a wire?"
"To get me sent to prison. You have the connections. Your friend's boyfriend is in the FBI."
