Chapter Ten
Kim Medhurst
Kim scrunched both hands into her hair and thought for a moment. Then she blew out a breath as she dropped her hands to her sides. Perhaps they’d been getting a bit complacent over the risk of Vladimir Orlov turning up, thinking his son’s interference would hold him off indefinitely, and now they were paying for it. But the past was irrelevant. He was here, now, and they had no choice but to deal with it. This is your mess, Kim, clean it up. “Okaa-y…” she turned to her right, “Smith. Could you talk to him, please? Josh can’t do it—Orlov won’t be able to tell the difference between him and Taylor, and that’ll confuse matters—and Chastain will probably put his back up.” She flashed a look of chagrin at Chastain, hoping he wouldn’t take offence to her stating a fact
