Marissa Prentiss held up the hem of the red satin dress in her right hand. She handed the taxi driver the fair with her left hand.
“Thanks, hon!” she said and winked at the cab driver as she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Marissa had done her homework thoroughly. She had gone over the details, piece by piece, with Trevor in regards to Erika. And she had reviewed the biographical material at the library regarding Robert Stein. The game was about to begin as she strode toward the foyer entrance of the hotel. Marissa was a stickler for details. She arrived fifteen minutes early to survey the surroundings and prepare for the role that she would be playing for Mr. Stein. She stood in an obvious place so that Mr. Stein would easily recognize the red dress upon his arrival. She was impeccably dr
