“Well, where the f**k are we going?”
“I’ve got some business in Milan. Venice is a convenient port, and I keep a very special Ferrari there. Just maybe I’ll let you drive.”
“My passport is at Harrods in my suitcase,” she said realizing that that was the least of her worries.
“Your suitcase is in your room. I had it collected while we were shopping.”
“You can’t just take me over and assume I’m going to play along.”
“I’m just cooperating with the authorities, Kaitlyn. Your boss told you to stay close and pump me for information didn’t she? You can’t deny it. You’ve not even switched your pump on yet, and bosses always want results. Just do your duty, constable.”
“I don’t do plumbing.”
“Good job I don’t leak then,” he said taking her by the hand to the elevator. “It’d be such a cliché
