Isabella looked at the watch which never left her wrist and grimaced, it was nearly seven and she’d missed two messages from Clara.
She reached for her phone and smiled at the first message. Clara found Evgeni. She had known she would. She then frowned as she looked at the second message. She’d returned him to Mikhail to deal with.
She threw the blankets off the bed and gave an impatient snort. She called Clara’s personal cell but there was no answer. She sent her an angry text message as she made her way to the shower. Usually, she was on the subway by now and she’d not only overslept, but her stalker was also free again to be monitored by his bloody father whose inattention had let him loose on her mother yesterday. She was pissed off.
By the time she got downstairs she was furious.
