Chapter Sixteen
July Fifteen
4:00 P.M.
The first time that the phone rang Amyleth startled and jerked her hand away from it. It rang again before she could steady her racing pulse enough to pick it up.
“Are you ready?”
It wasn’t Saffron. She didn’t think that it was the chauffeur either, though the woman had spoken so little that night she couldn’t be sure. She had been worried for days about the wisdom of revealing her most intimate secrets to these two strange women. She knew nothing about Saffron or her mysterious chauffeur. There had been hints that others were in their confidence and collusion. Who were they? How had they known so much about her? Why had they chosen to make her perverse nightmares come true?
“Yes, Ma’am”
A package had arrived by private messenger that morning.
