Page 25 of The Sniper
Tiffany comes zipping out of her office.
“Who the hell has access to your home?”I ask, then wonder if it might be her father.
Jesus, if I’m about to meet Steven Stallone, I might forgive her.
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to Nadia.My neighbor.”She pats me on the arm and then stiffens.I told her I don’t like being touched earlier, but fuck that, I’m not keeping up that farce for the next few months.
Anyway, I like her touching me.
Wait...did she just say her fucking neighbor has access to her property?Do the cops know about this?
“Jesus,” I mutter and follow her to the front door.
I stand several feet back as Tiffany opens the door and greets a petite young woman in her mid-twenties with very long dark hair.It goes all the way to her waist.
“Privet, Tiffany.”
Russian; her accent is strong, which tells me she hasn’t been in the United States long.An assumption, but I suspect I’m right.
“Nadia.”Tiffany hugs her and invites her inside.“How was your day?”
“Ah, you know.It was okay.Lots of new followers, and we had one post reach five million.”
Great.
Another Instagram-whatever-they’re called.
Thisis what they spend their lives thinking and worrying about?How many people look at their posts?
These women need a week in combat.
“That’s great.Come in.I have the pack of eyeshadows I promised you.”Tiffany glances quickly at me, then back at Nadia.“This is Jayden, my new security.Nadia is my new neighbor...well, not new anymore.It’s been at least a year now, hasn’t it?”
Nadia runs her thickly mascaraed eyes over my body, from head to toe.
I don’t like it.
I cross my arms over my black BHS shirt and give her a sharp nod in greeting.
New neighbor.
Noted.
“Ooh, is this because of the break-in?”She glances back at Tiffany and frowns.
I haven’t read the report completely, but I have no doubt the cops will have questioned her.Clearly, she is wealthy, living in this neighborhood.
Unlike Tiffany’s earlier outfit, Nadia’s screamsI’m rich.Her long, polished nails, the flouncy shirt which billows out from her designer jeans.The YSL labeled belt and bejeweled mobile phone.
They’re probably real gems, too.
This world is a far cry from the Air Force bases, barracks and dusty mountain ranges of the Middle East I’ve worked in.
“Just a precaution.”Tiffany smiles and waves her off.“He’ll just be in the background for the next few weeks during the big launch.Come on.”
Is that what she thinks?
I’m still not convinced the offenders are done with her.Call it a sixth sense.
