I went to the door.

Because it was not Sabrina on the other side of it.

Sabrina, as it happened, would be arriving considerably later, and to a very different evening than the one she’d dressed for.

Chapter 4 — The Third Guest

My attorney, Lorna Callahan, stood under the porch light with a slim leather case in her hand.

Roman’s face changed the instant he saw her step into the front hall — the confidence flickering, some animal part of him registering the threat before his mind caught up.

Lorna crossed to the table, unhurried, took a single sealed envelope from her case, and set it down beside Roman’s untouched first course.