28Abruptly, Ariadna’s voice halted. Eyes wide with shock, she stared open-mouthed from me to Stefan. I read her thoughts from her face: YOU’re back. With HIM. And a GUN. Wrong. All wrong. Spinning around, she plunged toward the bar.
Hilly-Anne blocked her way. With false clumsiness, the Belgian swung the boom and the mike smashed toward the watching faces. Jumping to avoid a crunching metal slap, men crashed into each other. Drinks splashed upwards and loud Slavic curses rained down.
Swanky had his weapon out, searching for a target. Hilly-Anne found hers, jabbing a syringe full of barbiturate into Ariadna’s bare ass. Ariadna shrieked and her features contorted in rage. She drew back her arm to strike. Before she could, the muscles in her face relaxed. Hilly-Anne coolly caught the powerl
