Ivan Brovski is still smiling. “Your father-in-law has a flair for the dramatic.” You don’t know the half of it, she thinks, but maybe he does. Still, it is comforting to know Porkchop is on this. On the plane, Maggie takes a seat in an oversize leather-stitched recliner with a built-in massage function. She has learned something very fast and obvious in the past twenty-four hours: It’s good to be rich.
