INTERMISSION
Carolyn
“You did this, didn’t you?”
Daniels isn’t just day-drunk, he’s dawn-drunk. He’s phoning me up at seven in the morning Eastern to scream at me. His voice is slurry and keeps cracking, and I can hear a woman’s heels aggressively clacking back and forth on a hardwood floor in the background.
“I’m sorry, sir, what are you talking about? I’m in Las Vegas following up on the Stone case.” I know exactly what he’s talking about. The hard click-thud of a suitcase being slammed closed in the background confirms it.
His wife’s leaving. Right now. Prometheus did exactly what I suspected he would do, and now Mrs. Daniels will be taking her maiden name again—along with half of everything Daniels owns.
And I’m the one who set Prometheus on him like an overprotective dog.
“You
