Wednesday. Zechariah Mizrahi's Party. Sant Antoni de Portmany, Ibiza.
BAIN COLLIAS CIRCLED THE party, but Milan Esposito had vanished. He should be annoyed. Then again, it wasn't every day his boss sent him to schmooze at some rich guy's house party. Bain could really get used to this. Everything here was free. The booze. The women. The drugs.
There wasn't much of the latter that he'd seen. It was early still. The true party crowd likely hadn't arrived yet.
Where the hell had Milan gone?
He'd thought coming at her straight and telling her he knew about the egg would have gotten a reaction out of her. She didn't strike him as particularly smart. Otherwise, she'd never have stolen what she had. But she hadn't acted as if she knew anything.
What the hell?
Was it possible the little rich
