Chris whistled low. “That’s not theft. That’s treason.”
The elevator doors opened. She stepped inside, and just before they closed, she added, “Oh, and Chris? The tracker in your shoe? I was lying about that. The real tracker is in your watch. Vane’s men already know where you are.” chris diamond miss lexa
“Miss Lexa,” Chris said, placing the Monet on the glass table. “I was just leaving. The owner is… indisposed.” Chris whistled low