CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In the cab on the way home, Eva took off her wig and false eyelashes and stuffed them into her handbag. She took out her small hand mirror and some tissues and wiped off most of the make-up, so she looked as much like her normal self as was possible.
When she walked in the front door, Charlie was in the living room in his silk bathrobe talking on the cordless phone. 'Talk to you later,' he said, and threw the phone on the couch.
'Where the hell have you been?'
'Out with the girls, as I said in the note.'
'You said you were having dinner. It's one thirty!'
'We decided to make a night of it and went to a couple of bars afterwards.'
'What bars?'
'Micky's and The Skyline.' They were a couple of upmarket bars in the city she'd been to before. They were always overflowin
