McCall and Steel spent most of the afternoon at the Hamptons club talking to over-privileged, under-stimulated, middle-aged women. The club itself was a large building of sandstone and glass, a testimony to nineteenth-century architecture.
The place was swarming with brashly dressed women whose only lot in life appeared to be to drink and talk trash about one another. The interviews were endless and pointless because nobody actually knew anything. However, the self-satisfied matrons all thought they knew everything.
McCall rolled her eyes as the last of the egotistical women got up and left. She spotted Steel outside, leaning on a stone balcony surveying the view of lush green fields spread out before them. He lounged against the worn sandstone wall, his black suit and sunglasses blendin
