Kim leaned in close and asked, “What’s the matter, Mr. Noah?”

He showed her the document. “Our country’s diplomat struck a deal with Neopolis. They’re going to hold an exhibition for Van Gogh’s ‘The Starry Night’ in Brookesville for a week. It’s a commercial exhibition, so they’re appointing us for the security.”

Then, he lowered his head and lit his cigarette.

Stunned, she said, “You just said that Ms. Gwynn won’t let you smoke in the villa, Mr. Noah.”

His eyes were intense when he said, “T