Chapter Two
“YOU NEEDN’T HAVE SCARED her to death,” Taras commented as he hung several of Valeri’s suits just back from the dry cleaners in his closet. “She’s not going anywhere. Why tell her all those stories?”
Valeri admired himself in the mirror, hoping his favorite charcoal gray suit was in the batch Taras had just brought. “Scared is good. It makes people more pliable. When they think they are out of options they tend to get complacent, accepting. And I enjoy storytelling, don’t you Taras?”
“You are a master storyteller, my friend. I think you’ve nearly convinced her that Borovski isn’t the scrupulous, arrow-straight character that he truly is. She’s questioning everything now. Maybe even that her capture was a set-up.”
“I know. Fascinating isn’t it? What a little doubt can do.”
