Chapter One
IF THIS GUY LEANS OVER to talk to me one more time I’m going to vomit. The smell of his aftershave sickened her. Greasy Italian creep. She wished the line would move faster. She couldn’t take much more hassle for one day. The flight was tiring enough, never mind all the bureaucratic nonsense involved. Her passport felt slippery clenched in her sweaty hand. Nerves, just nerves.
“Eh, don’t be nervous bambina,” Italian creep whispered at the base of her neck. “Massimo take care of you.”
Sophie shuddered and edged forward as far as the string of passengers in line would allow. Her head felt hot, and she hoped to hell she wouldn’t faint right here in the middle of Sheremetyevo airport. Then ‘Massimo’ would feel compelled to give her mouth-to-mouth. She closed her eyes to the hor
