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Leah’s sister,” he said as we stepped onto the elevator.
    “I’m not?”
    “Not for this interview. You’re my assistant and you will behave as such.”
    I tapped my finger against my lips thoughtfully. “I like that. You know, I bet that a few weeks of working with you would be enough to drive me to the edge of insanity. I might just have a breakdown and start tearing out the hair of some adulterous slut for no reason.”
    “Sophie…”
    “Relax,” I said. “I’m just kidding…sort of.”
    The elevator doors opened to the seventh floor, and standing in a small foyer was a pretty petite blonde wearing khakis and a white button-up blouse. A pink cardigan was draped over her shoulders.
    Anatoly extended his hand to her. “Miss Whitman? Thank you for seeing me. This is—”
    Bianca’s hand flew to her mouth. “You’re Sophie Katz, Leah’s sister!”
    Well, so much for that plan. Anatoly looked away to better hide the pained expression on his face.
    “You know me?” My hand instinctively clenched into a fist.
    “Yes, of course! I’ve read every one of your books! I…oh, you must hate me. I don’t blame you. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” She bit her lip and looked down at her kitten-heeled sling-backs. “I keep thinking that this is some kind of nightmare—that none of this could possibly be true.”
    “No, it’s true,” I said flatly. “Someone shot the bastard.”
    Anatoly looked up at the ceiling and mumbled something in Russian, and Bianca’s eyes welled up with tears. “God help me, this is all my fault!”
    Now, that was interesting. Anatoly and I exchanged quick looks. He put a comforting hand on her arm.
    “Why don’t we step inside and talk.”
    Bianca nodded weakly and turned to lead us into her home. The place was tastefully appointed in a very Laura Ashley way. She waved a hand at a floral couch and Anatoly and I took our seats. Bianca went to her purse, pulled out a lace handkerchief and gently dabbed her eyes. First Cheryl and now Bianca—at what point did hankies come back in vogue?
    “Can I get you two anything? Coffee, tea? I think I have some ice tea left over from yesterday.”
    “We’re fine,” Anatoly said. “I know you’re going through a lot right now.”
    “Yeah, so is my sister,” I muttered under my breath.
    Anatoly discreetly gave my arm a painful pinch and a little whimper escaped Bianca’s heart-shaped mouth as she sat down on the love seat opposite us. She lowered her head and looked up at me with misty blue eyes.
    “As I said, I don’t blame you for hating me. I know what I did was awful. If I could take it all back—” Her voice caught and she looked away. “If I could just go back in time and make things right…”
    “What did you mean when you said all this is your fault?” Anatoly asked.
    “I started the chain of events that led to Bob’s death.” Bianca laced her fingers together and scrunched the hankie between her hands. “I knew getting involved with him was a mistake. Even if Leah was cheating on him…”
    “Hello?” I jumped to my feet. “My sister never cheated on anyone in her life. It was the scum she was married to who had a hard time keeping it in his pants!”
    Bianca looked startled for a moment, then compassionate. “I shouldn’t be surprised that she didn’t tell you. It’s hardly the kind of thing one brags about. But she did cheat on him. It was her indiscretion that first brought Bob and me together. Both of us discovered that we had been betrayed by the people we loved and we sought solace in each other.”
    I shook my head and opened my mouth to defend Leah against Bob’s lies, but Anatoly grabbed my hand and yanked me back down onto the couch. He cleared his throat and looked at Bianca. “Please continue. You were explaining how you started a chain of events.”
    “Yes.” Bianca looked at me pityingly. “It started as just a friendship. I was at the bar at Boulevard waiting for a friend