Diamonds and Departures in Las Vegas: A Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries Book 37) by A.R. Winters

Author:A.R. Winters [Winters, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

Ian and I stood in the elevator of Kira’s condominium, watching the digital number display tick up as we glided silently to her floor.

“I really hope she’s got something good for us,” I say.

“Maybe she just wants to yell at us for upsetting her mother.”

“I hope not. And that text message didn’t sound angry. It sounded like she had information.”

Ian was skeptical. “You know emotions don’t carry well through text. And she’s foreign. She might have been trying to be mean and failed because she doesn’t know how.”

“Kira’s English may not be perfect, but it sure is good enough to be mean when she wants to be, don’t you think?”

“I guess.”

The doors opened and we exited onto Kira’s floor. We stopped outside the elevator for a moment without planning to. We both looked expectantly down the hallway toward her apartment, as if we were both worried that Kira’s mother might storm out of the doors again to continue berating us.

“Do you think she’s going to be there?” Ian said quietly.

“Nadya? I sure hope not.”

“She probably is. I bet she went and complained to Kira yesterday. They’re probably lying in wait for us so she can hit us some more.”

“I doubt it.”

“Have you got your gun?”

I patted my bag to make sure I did. But I definitely wasn’t going to use it. “I’m not going to shoot my client or her mother.”

“Of course not,” Ian said. “But we might want to threaten them if things get dicey.”

“She hired us; things aren’t going to get dicey. Everything’s going to be fine. Come on, stop being such a wimp. Kira has probably just remembered something about Elijah that might be useful for us.”

Ian followed a step behind me as we walked to Kira’s door. The whole floor was quiet, and it wasn’t just because of the high-quality noise insulation in the building. Despite every unit being sold, many of the owners of condos in the buildings only spent a few weeks a year there, rather than using the place as a permanent home. Kira may even have been the only full-time resident on the floor.

“It’s too quiet,” Ian said as we got to Kira’s door.

“If it was noisy, you’d be scared we were about to be mobbed.”

“Exactly. There should be a perfect level of background noise, a hum, Tiff. A television, gentle music playing. She’s Russian. She should probably be playing the piano.”

I pressed the bell to let her know we had arrived.

“Is that what all Russians do? Sit around and play the piano in the mornings?”

He shook his head. “No. Some of them play the violin or the cello.”

“Maybe she doesn’t play anything.”

Ian cocked his head at me. “Are you saying… you think she’s a fake Russian? She’s been tricking us?”

“No, I meant maybe she doesn’t play an instrument.” I jabbed the doorbell again. “Where is she?”

Ian frowned and stuck his head forward. “Interesting.”

“What?”

Ian extended a finger and gently pushed the door. “It wasn’t closed completely. Maybe she wants us to let ourselves in.

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