Mira appeared at the entrance of the private booth.
She didn't interrupt. She didn't clear her throat or step into the light. She simply stood at the edge of the velvet curtain until Arianne looked up. That was all it took.
Arianne set down her glass of soda water. "What is it?"
Mira crossed to her, leaned close, spoke low enough that Sam and Audrey couldn't hear. The three fans from earlier — the ones who'd followed her from Rochefort Group — were outside. They were in trouble. Angelika Sinclair was with them. A group of men — five of them — were trying to force her into a car. The fans had tried to intervene. One of them was on the ground. Another was screaming for help. The men had turned on them.
Arianne stood. She pulled her coat on. The motion was unhurried but final.
"Arianne?" Sam was already reaching for her own coat. "What's going on?"
"Outside. Now."
