FIVE
Dmitri heaved a sigh of relief when he finally—after two delays due to accidents, and one caused by construction—strolled into Iakovos’s apartment, his eyes immediately going to the patio, where he could see Thyra sitting in a chair that was at a distance from the three other people present. He wasn’t an expert on psychology, but he’d done enough wining and dining of potential clients to be fairly conversant with body language, and the way Thyra was sitting with her arms wrapped around herself, her back pressed firmly against the chair, her head angled slightly away from the others, told him everything he needed to know about how well things were going.
She was clearly miserable.
The big orange cat with her stood up and strolled over to greet him, nudging his leg with his head unti
