At 2:00 a.m., My Husband Thought I Was Asleep While He Emptied Our Safe to Run Off With His Mistress. Before Leaving, He Kissed Me and Whispered, “Poor Audrey. You Never Saw This Coming.” Hours Later He Sent a Photo From the Airport. I Replied With Four Words That Made Him Call Me Immediately.
They did not get far.”
“Is he asking for me?”
“He asked for you, for the board chair, and for a journalist he once had lunch with.
In that order.
We declined all three.”
I pressed my fingers against the edge of the table.
“Did they have the folder?”
“Yes.