The Note Under the Table
I kept coming back to that, in the days after.
Alyssa had been thirty-seven.
Ines a little older.
They had been, by every account Javier’s investigator turned up, capable and independent women — a woman does not build the kind of estate Dario married into by being a fool.
And it had not saved them, because the thing that killed them was not stupidity.
It was the same thing that had nearly killed me: the reasonable, humane assumption that the warm man across the table was what he appeared to be.
They had no note slid under the tablecloth.
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