"Mikhail, what are we going to do about the jewels? Or the police, for that matter?" The last two days had been a wild sort of dream, but she had to face facts. She was a suspect in a jewel heist, and if she wasn't already fired, she would be the moment she came back. Her life, the one that she'd worked so hard to build, was over.

He stroked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I have friends in high places. Or, more accurately, friends who have friends in high places. I will make ...