The silence in the car was deafening as the two detectives drove Sam back to her apartment. When they arrived outside, she hastily bid them goodbye, nodded to the security guard standing by her private elevator and headed upstairs.
After climbing out of a still-warm bath with the scent of bergamot clinging to her skin, Sam pulled on a pair of yoga pants and one of Billy’s favourite T-shirts and ordered dinner from her favourite restaurant. It was a three-hat restaurant that, as a rule, didn’t make deliveries, but Sam had come to an agreement with them, for a price, and the food was worth every cent.
Having thanked the delivery man, she sat down to her duck and cauliflower in red wine jus with salted grapes and a side of broccolini. She reached for a bottle of Grange Shiraz, a perfect mat
