BRADLEY VESPARD GLANCED up as his assistant walked into his office. “Ben. Is everything ready for Ms. Maricruz’ photo shoot today?”
Ben Frieze inclined his head. His long, thin-lipped mouth tipped up fractionally in the corners. His version of a smile. “Everything is in place. I wanted to let you know Ms. Maricruz is in the foyer.”
Bradley nodded. “Good, good. Offer her some coffee and take her to make-up. I’ll be down as soon as I finish this report. Within the hour.”
Frieze inclined his dark head and left without another word. The door closed nearly soundlessly behind him.
Bradley sat staring at the closed door for a moment. Not for the first time, he wondered how far he could trust the young assistant. The man gave him the serious creeps.
The door opened again and his brother slid
