21
Kira’s mouth opened in a silent scream as she gasped for breath, lying in the fetal position on the plush carpet of Carlo Traversa’s bedroom. Laura leaned over her, pressing the Taser against her side.
“Not so clever now, are you?” she taunted, whispering the words in Kira’s ear. “Elena figured it out, and she was just a lowly housekeeper.”
“You must not have been very clever when you stole the real brooch then.” Kira forced the words out in a breathless voice, her brain working overtime to put the pieces together.
Laura paused. “She must have seen me make the switch,” she said, almost to herself. “She never liked me. She was always watching me wherever I went.”
“And she left a note for Raymond to meet her at the potting shed in the one place she thought might be safe.” Kira’s eyes
