Evelyn Kane’s mouth curved faintly. “I have not been Mrs. Kane in years.”
Of course, I thought as I looked at her. Even her divorce sounded like a corporate restructuring.
“Fine,” I said. “Evelyn.”
Something flickered in her eyes. Disapproval? Somehow, I hoped it was.
“What do you want?”
She glanced past me into the apartment. “May I come in?”
“No.”
The faint smile remained. “You are exactly as difficult as they say.”
“And you are exactly as welcome as I feel.”
For one second, I thought she might laugh. But she did not. Instead, she reached into her handbag and withdrew a slim white envelope. Then she held it out to me. I did not take it.
“What is that?” I asked instead.
“A solution.”
My blood went cold immediately.
I had begun to hate that word. Solution. Resolution. Arrang
