Michael Carter Pushed Me Toward a Fifty Million Dollar Funeral
“Do you want to take your own car?”
“Why would I?”
“Just asking.”
He opened the passenger door for me.
I climbed in and set my handbag at my feet, keeping the brass key in my coat pocket.
Before he started the engine, I asked one more question.
“Did you tell anyone where we’re going?”
“My office knows I’m taking the day off.”