Page 69 of Gone Before Goodbye
“It’s not a prank,” she snaps back.
Time is running low. Maggie knows that.
“It’s not Randi Edmunds. She’s not even here. Please, Marc, I need you to tell me the truth.”
Maggie hears a knock on the door and then someone enters. From behind the bathroom door, Ivan Brovski shouts out, “Doctor McCabe?”
The shower is still on.
“Sorry!” Maggie shouts back. “I just wanted to rinse off again. I’ll be out in a minute.”
There is a small pause. Then Brovski says, “The helicopter will be here in five minutes. Please hurry.”
“Right, got it.”
She drops her phone hand to her side and wonders what to do next. That’s when she hears Marc’s tinny voice coming from the phone:
“Maggie, why are you with Ivan Brovski?”
Maggie’s blood goes cold. She raises the phone back to her face, so she can see Griefbot Marc’s face again. “You know Ivan Brovski?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Where are you, Maggie?”
“At an oligarch’s house somewhere in Russia.”
“Oleg Ragoravich.”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing there?”
“Barlow got me a high-paying concierge gig.”
“To do what?”
“The breast augmentation I just told you about?”
“That’s it?”
“No, I also did three facial surgeries on Ragoravich.”
“Why did he want that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did I hear Brovski say something about a helicopter?”
“I’ve finished the surgeries,” Maggie explains. “They’re flying me home.”
“On the copter?”
“Yes.”
“Maggie?”
