CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Two Weeks Later
At Woodley and Nash’s celebration party at the Grand Pacific Hotel, Gloria skated through the crowded ballroom, chatting with guests along the way.
Santa Barbara’s most prestigious citizens and Woodley and Nash’s biggest clients came to congratulate the firm on winning a high-profile murder case that lasted a year.
A waiter approached Gloria with a tray. “Drink, ma’am?”
In a sleek, blue dress with silver sequins, Gloria plastered a smile on her face. “I could use a hundred.” She took the glass of champagne and gulped most of it while Lattemore tossed a suggestive glance her way.
“Pig,” Gloria whispered. “Right in front of your wife?” She headed toward the curtains that separated the room from the terrace.
“Gloria?” Nash tottered his blubbery body
