expression changed. His forehead smoothed and his aggression waned. He gave a quiet nod and glanced away. âYeah. Iâm the guy who builds the yachts .â
Marina ignored the correction. âWhatâs happened to Victor? Is he in some kind of trouble?â
âOh, heâs in big trouble.â Dean Loganâs eyes cut back to hers. âHow close are you?â
âWeâre not. He rents my second room.â
He nodded, like he already knew.
Suddenly he reached up and repositioned the camera strap hanging around his neck. âIâm sorry if I alarmed you, but you need to tell me everything you know about Victor Yu.â
Marina took a deep breath, relieved the problem had nothing to do with the orchestra and her career. She had every intention of cooperating. The problem was serious enough for Dean Logan to have tracked her down. Still, she wasnât about to let him steamroller her into submission.
âI can see youâre used to giving orders, Mr Logan, but Iâm not on your payroll. Youâre going to have to be more specific.â
His eyes flashed with irritation. âVictor Yu is an IT genius. Last Friday he encrypted my companyâs files and demanded a ransom. The same night, you flew out of Sydney. As a person of interest, the Australian Police need to talk to you. I need to talk to you. Howâs that for starters?â
Good enough. So thatâs why he said he couldnât trust her.
Cursing Victor under her breath, she looked Dean Logan up and down. âAlright, Iâll come with you. And donât call me sweetheart.â
His broad chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath, then slowly released it. His shoulders lowered and he nodded, his eyes on her face.
Instinct told her he was speaking the truth. In all the time sheâd shared her apartment with Victor Yu, sheâd never warmed to the man. But sheâd been drawn to Dean Logan from the moment their eyes met in the lobby.
And now he was looking at her, not as he had earlier in the night, but like she was an integral part of some sinister plan Victor Yu had set in motion.
Chapter Five
Marina sat opposite Dean Logan in his suite at the Mercurial, shocked to discover Victor Yu had disappeared and the police had searched her apartment.
Deanâs mobile phone was switched to loudspeaker and lay between them on the walnut veneer dining table.
The long-distance introductions had been done. Deanâs head of security, Hektor Rask, and a Detective Mooney from the Australian Federal Policeâs cyber squad were taking the lead in this âconversationâ.
Detective Mooney began. âWhy did you reserve two airline seats on the flights Sydney to Dubai and Dubai Venice?â
Marinaâs stomach muscles clenched and a faint nausea settled in the pit of her stomach. Despite her upset, she somehow managed to adopt her performance face, serene, relaxed, in control.
âI bought an extra seatâfor my violin.â
Dean Loganâs brow furrowed, and from the silence at the other end of the telephone, it was clear Rask and Mooney were equally taken aback.
The detective cleared his throat. âWhy go to that expense when it could easily be stored in an overhead locker?â
âItâs a Stradivarius. Even in a reinforced case, I wouldnât risk it falling from an overhead locker.â
âWhy bring it?â Dean asked. âYouâre going on a cruise, arenât you?â
Marinaâs heart struck up a heavy beat in her chest. âHow do you know that?â
âJust answer the question.â Hektor Raskâs voice crackled through the telephone.
âIâm a member of a string quartet thatâs part of the shipâs entertainment.â
Her personal reasons for taking the job were none of their damn business.
Dean Logan drummed his fingers on the tabletop. âExpensive instrument to take on a cruise. Why not bring a cheaper