Chapter 80

“I did.” Lennon sighed and glanced around. “How many Russian firms are at this show, anyway?”

“Six.” Rada had already made the rounds, apparently. “Two of them took spots from vendors who dropped out at the last minute. Not that there’s anything wrong with moving up the wait list, it happens every year.”

“It feels suspicious.” Lennon nodded. Everything felt suspicious today, and here he was all loose-limbed and lazy because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself upstairs. “Who else is here that we should know about?”

“Well, the embassy sent some people with the appropriate paperwork. They’re at the booth that looks like a medical device manufacturer from Cannes.” Rada smirked. “They’re definitely eager. Part of me wonders exactly why they’re so eager.”