“Tonight?” Chloe shrieked.

“Where are we supposed to go?

It’s nine o’clock at night!” “That,” Arthur said, without any heat at all, “is not my client’s concern.”

Inside the house, someone must have finally noticed the police lights washing across the front windows, because the music cut off abruptly, mid-song, and the loud confident hum of the party dropped into a sudden, guilty quiet.

And then Julian’s guests began to come out.