“Well, this is intriguing, I must say. Let’s talk about that in the lift, shall we?” Clara ventured.
Benway hesitated for a second, then shrugged and started moving.
“Follow me, ladies.”
Chartreuse liked Benway’s vibe. He was a professional, but there was some minute hesitation in him, a signal perhaps, that no one in his own camp was meant to catch. She hoped she wouldn’t have to kill him. She wouldn’t give him the opportunity to harm Clara. Or herself.
“You didn’t search us?” she asked a little forthright. The words bounced around the small elevator like spent bullets.
Benway shrugged. He was good at that. A long-practiced nonchalance designed to disarm a potential opponent.
“You ladies went through the metal detector.”
Chartreuse couldn’t stop herself. Something didn’t feel right
