Chapter 11

Jane felt better than she had in a long time. Which was really saying something considering she was currently sitting in the tiny, run down apartment above her PI office with a massive, annoyed Russian handcuffed to her radiator. He'd woken up an hour ago. She had worried he'd try to use his brute strength to tear the heater off the wall, possibly crush her skull in his massive paws and then leave. Instead he'd only pulled himself up into a more comfortable sitting position on the floor and simply sat, waiting, and stared past her.

Jane was sitting across the room from him cross-legged on her bed. There was no actual bedroom in the suite. Her new apartment was significantly smaller than her last small one. But it was convenient and much more affordable on her reduced and sporadic salary. Unfortunately, it meant that her bedroom, kitchen and nearly non-existent living room were all in one room. She worried about what she would do if her captive decided he had to pee. Despite her skill