We sat in the car for an hour and a half saying nothing to each other. We sat in the darkness and allowed our thoughts to crowd into our minds and scream at us with a hundred different possibilities. Mine was shouting at me with a very loud, very angry voice. It was telling me that maybe I was an i***t, and that Karen was a woman who could kill and lie as easily as she could run a calculator. It also was yelling at me that possibly Karen and Marvin Sloan might be partners in this murder, with Gino Alberti"s discovery being the glue binding the two together.
couldI listened to my thoughts, but I had this feeling deep down in my gut Karen was not part of a conspiracy, nor a killer, in this affair. She might be someone who had been slowly sucked into this Byzantine labyrinth of murder and li
