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As she went to the mirror, I started to go over the information I’d been given about her.
She was rich.
She came from people with money.
I had a dossier of information on her – two of them, actually. A print one which I had left in the briefcase I’d bought in the back of my car on my way over – I’d been provided a ride for the duration of the job. Then there was the e-portfolio that carried the same information.
She was loaded.
So was her father, Christopher Golding. He had reasons to believe she might be in trouble. There wasn’t any hard evidence pointing to the fact that she was, but her father had received several emails and phone calls. A few had made vague references to his daughter.
Those references were why I was here.
Feeling somebody’s eyes on me, I glanced up and found Mila watching me from the bathroom mirror.
Her father might have reason to believe that Mila was in danger, but somehow, I didn’t think we had much chance of convincing her of that.
Personally, I didn’t see why she was so bent out of shape about her father’s concern. He was just doing what fathers did. Taking care of his own.
“Okay. I’m done.” She blew out a breath and turned, her eyes connecting briefly with mine. “How do we do this? Do you follow me to work or what?”
“I’ve got a car,” I told her.
She blinked, then slowly shook her head. “No. I don’t think so. We’ll either take the subway or a cab.”
I wasn’t about to try to keep up with her on the subway, so I nodded. “A cab sounds good.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Have youriddenin an NYC cab before?”
I didn’t bother to respond. I had no intention of telling her that until last week, I’d never stepped footinsideNew York City, much less needed a cab to take me anywhere.
She took my silence as a positive answer, shaking her head and laughing. “Trust me, you’ll be pining for the subway in no time.”
Seeing as how I’d managed to avoid riding it so far, I didn’t see how that was possible.
But I shook off her concern.
