Chapter One
Mrs. Dalton
The exaggerated reaction of the doorman should have been the first clue.
“Good evening, Mrs. Dalton. You’re back!”
My experience as an attorney has taught me that rather tautological greetings are hasty substitutes for what cannot be said. I just nod and smile and continue to the elevator. I have indeed returned early but have had an exhausting three days in Chicago...rushing through five scheduled days of depositions just so I could get home early.
But as the elevator doors glide shut, I see my aphoristic friend pick up the house phone, though I did not hear it ring. He’s making a hurried call. Another clue.
So when I open my apartment door, call out to my husband and the smell of cigarettes greets my nose, this third clue is not surprising, but does dispiri
