Loretta entered Rachel’s office, standing briefly in the doorway as if she were being presented at a ball, looking sophisticated, as usual, in a deep blue pantsuit. No one would have ever suspected she had once been a police detective in Nevada because her appearance gave every indication of her being a classy, God-fearing woman, possibly in society.
“Good morning, Loretta,” Rachel said. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you, dear. I have my association fee here,” she said, handing over a check.
“Do you want a receipt?”
“No, the check is fine as a receipt.”
“Loretta, may I ask you a personal question?”
“That depends on the question,” Loretta said with a slight smile. She moved over to the chair.
“I understand. It isn’t a secret that you were once a high-profile detective in Nevada,” Rachel
