CHAPTER 50
OVER THE NEXT few days, we got into a routine. Nick spent his mornings and afternoons searching for Detective Jonas, then after he’d dropped Emmy off at my apartment each evening, he’d sneak over to Riverley Hall and we’d spend the night together. And every time he made love to me, the memories of Billy receded further into darkness.
Speaking of darkness, Nick was right about the house—it did grow on you. As prisons went, I had to concede it wasn’t bad. On the second day, I discovered the library with its floor-to-ceiling shelves and ladders that slid along on rails to reach the high-up books. It was a scholar’s paradise, and judging by the number of first editions I found, a very rich scholar’s paradise. I spent hours in there, curled up on the old brown leather couch next to
