“What are you doing here?”
Howie had made the mistake of telling Sikorski about his talent. He might not be in the big-boy leagues, but Sikorski seemed intrigued by the idea of a computer whizz at his table. They talked so much that she was largely ignored. Sikorski didn’t drink much because he was too engrossed in the conversation with Howie, and she had no opportunity to flirt information out of the Russian.
Toward the end of the night, Sikorski got up and declared that they were going back to his mansion. Kadie had no choice but to accept because Howie was already being escorted out.
“I thought this was what you wanted, to be here,” Howie said, coming over to sit beside her.
They’d been left in this large room with a bunch of other people who were all chatting and admiring the décor
