Fiona stalks across the room toward Andrea. Andrea lifts her chin defiantly and stares Fiona down—the woman suddenly seems more capable and fierce than she did in Leonie’s hotel room. Andrea wants to step back, but she’s scared it’ll make her look guilty. Slowly, Fiona circles Andrea like a cat toying with its prey.
“I didn’t steal your jewelry,” Andrea says, pointing at a small camera hanging from the ceiling. “If you don’t believe me, you can just check the security footage. I’ll wait if you like.”
“I wouldn’t want to keep a busy woman like you waiting,” Fiona says with a nasty smile. “I can think of a much faster way to find out if you’re a thief.”
“Are you saying you want to search me?” Andrea asks.
“Exactly,” Fiona says. “My men are already here, so it won’t take long.”
“You have
