Jade opened it. DE LA FONTAINE, MARIE it said, next to her photo. It was the same name she had used at the opera reception.
“I don’t understand,” she muttered. Why is she giving me the passport now? she thought.
She reached into the back seat and put the Gucci bag in Jade’s lap. “You are going inside the casino and change all of this into chips. I have some business to attend to. I’ll join you in a little while. Gamble a little bit, enjoy yourself.”
Jade looked down at the bag. She was suddenly filled with terror. The first real feeling she’d had since Brenda had died.
“But... what are you going to do?”
“I will have a coffee and a cigar over there,” Valentina said, motioning to an outdoor cafe across the street. “I will join you at the tables in a little while. I have fallen behind on
