Walter tsked softly. "You always were hard to handle, Ms.Vassey. But you did prove useful in the end. It really was a shame about your father."

Then he smiled the slick smile that was useful as both a TV producer and a spy as he pulled a gun out of his pocket. "I'm afraid I will have to insist. And if you think you can outrun me...I'll just have to use this on your Russian boyfriend." He considered the gun for a moment. "Do you think it would hurt him more if I shot him or his new boy toy?"