Chapter Five
Victoria Savitch
The woman straightened the jacket of her black suit and breathed in self-importantly; then through her small black-rimmed glasses she leveled her eyes at the man before her.
Given the message she had to deliver, she spoke rather amiably, with a smile on her stern but pretty face. “Mr. Crow, am I to believe that there was a party last night in the sub-basement with drinking and s*x with our newest detainees?” Victoria Savitch inquired.
“I believe there was, ma’am.” Although he tried to look casual as he sat back in his desk chair, he’d stiffened a bit the moment the woman walked in his door. This was a particularly odd occasion. It was more common for her to summon him if she had a problem she needed to discuss. “A little louder, perhaps, than it should hav
