“Are you going to a client, by chance?”
“Not exactly …”
“So, did you stop once and for all? Why?”
She saw the man’s curious eyes flashing in the mirror.
“That’s a very long story.”
“We have time. We’ll just be sitting in this traffic jam until the Hotel Ritz,” he opened his arms, showing he couldn’t do anything about it. His teeth were white as snow, when his smile occupied the whole view of the mirror. Sue noticed a plastic cross hanging on a cheap metallic necklace from the middle mirror. Her heart gave a leap.
It reminded her about Reverend Robert Martens, as he had knelt beside her daughter’s hospital bed. She should listen to him over Sidney Grimm or the presently silent inner voices.
But the God of Robert Martens could only give her a twinge of guilt, nothing more. He accused
