“Technically it isn’t an arrest, Mrs. Travis.” Deliberately because she neither liked nor trusted this girl, she added, “I’ll see you later, Kew.”
He nodded, “I’ll phone.” Kathie’s mouth was a rim.
Sergei must have been hiding behind a pillar waiting until the elevator closed on the others. He was taking a new part today, more Hollywood, more natural. “It’s so good you should waste your time on poor Vironova. I have been lonesome, yes, for a friendly face in this Long Beach. No one I know here. No one to talk with.” His hand waved like a. wand. “We shall have lunch now. Yes?”
He jerked toward the exit but she stated, “We might as well eat in the Sky Room.”
His lip quivered. “It is up too high. It upsets the stomach.”
She looked into his eyes. “You needn’t worry about Kew or Mrs. Travi
