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Persy’s breath caught in her throat, and she felt her shoulders stiffen. “As far as I’m aware, Mrs. Morozova isn’t a client of Kingston Security.”
Casper eyes narrowed. “Not as such, no. But you work for Kingston Security.”
Her top lip curled up with distaste. “I’m seriously rethinking that decision when men like Vadim Morozov are even considered for becoming clients.”
“I already told you that isn’t happening.”
“Has Sinclair told him that?”
“I’ve asked him to hold off on doing so until tomorrow morning.”
“Why?”
“Because I needed to speak to you first and confirm you’re the person responsible for helping Martyna escape from her bodyguards two days ago.”
“Again, why?”
“Because I need to know you have her somewhere safe before we burn the open channel we currently have to Morozov!”
Persy would be lying if she didn’t inwardly admit to feeling totally wrongfooted, first by Casper coming here at all, and then by the amount of knowledge about her that he had either found online or guessed since they last spoke.
He was right in that she had probably been too thorough with the removal of much of the knowledge available about her online. Too little knowledge was as much of an indication of secrets being kept as too much could be.
She would rectify that asap.
In the meantime, Casper also seemed to have realized she had helped Martyna escape her abusive husband.
“Are you responsible for killing her three bodyguards?” he now prompted.
“No!” Persy gasped. “Absolutely not.”
He nodded. “I believe you.”
She glared at him. “I would never kill three innocent men just because I don’t approve of their choice of employer.”
Casper shrugged. “I had to ask, considering you work for us, and you’re responsible for hiding Martyna Morozova.”
She swallowed. “I haven’t admitted to doing that.”
“You don’t need to. And don’t attempt to deny it now either,” he advised as Persy opened her mouth to do exactly that. “It would be an insult to both my intelligence and hacking skills.”
Persy had a feeling that it was the latter which would bother him the most. “I can neither confirm nor deny anything you’ve just said to me.”
“Why can’t you?”
“It would be breaking a confidence.”
He arched one dark brow. “Then I suggest you talk to Martyna and explain the current situation to her.”
“And I suggest that you step into the apartment and shut the door behind you and that you then both put up your hands!”
Persy turned quickly to where Martyna Morozova was now standing at the opening of the hallway.
There was a gun in the other woman’s shaking hand, and she was pointing it at Persy and Casper.
Persy had no idea where the gun had even come from, unless the woman had had it inside her copious handbag she had brought with her. Persy hadn’t felt it necessary to search or question Martyna on the subject because it just hadn’t occurred to her that Vadim Morozov would allow his wife to be armed.
She and Casper were paying for that rookie mistake now, because the look of desperation on Martyna’s face and those shaking hands said she was more than capable of being armed and dangerous.
