A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
I tapped the red button and watched the timer start counting.
I needed her to do it right there at the Belle Meade estate, in front of all her high-society guests.
I stopped the recording and deleted the test file.
Otherwise she’d just play the victim again.
I pushed my chair away from the desk.
I had to strip off the protection my money gave me and come at her as someone she wouldn’t even notice.
I folded the thick plastic sleeve in half.