Chapter 8
Driving home with Joan sitting beside him, LEE felt like the villain of a soap opera. He felt as though he had been caught at some odious, devious s****l game that he had no business playing. It is hard to detect mental gymnastics. His game was on that level.
Joan had been in the living room, and he had been in the den with the honest intention of just taking a breather when Peggy Stone had come in and made that flagrantly clear offer. Offer, hell. A proposition. So that hidden quality that Stone was supposedly blessed with didn't exist in the first place.
He wondered how much influence she really did exert on Paul Stone.
"Tired, Lee?" Joan asked.
"Pooped. It must be after three. I have to get that manuscript together to show John tomorrow."
"Is there any part of it you hav
