As the early evening light cast intricate shadows on the tiled walls, Anya turned the water faucets on full blast. While the hot water streamed into the tub, she stripped off her panties and camisole. She stood naked and stared at her waxen face in the mirror.
“Come on, Lauren,” she said aloud, barely moving her lips. Anya had received Lauren"s message when she returned from the marina twenty minutes earlier. One hour, Lauren had promised.
While Anya lit several candles, she checked her watch - 7:37 P.M. - approximately forty minutes to go.
She knew Lauren would follow the routine they developed when they were placed under surveillance. Lauren would park near Naples Rib Joint and cut through the alleys on foot. She would then follow the winding canals to Anya"s house. Once there, Lauren
