Wednesday afternoon was humid, the kind of heat that made clothes stick to skin.
Louise parked her car down the street from the Salinger residence. She checked her watch. 2:55 PM. Ella Salinger was currently at the Country Club, screeching at her bridge partner for overbidding a hand. She wouldn't be back for at least two hours.
Louise checked her reflection in the rearview mirror.
She wasn't wearing the red dress this time. That was for shock value. Today was about seduction.
She wore a white sundress that looked innocent at first glance—eyelet lace, a sweetheart neckline. But upon closer inspection, the fabric was slightly sheer in the sunlight. The hem was shorter than Ella would ever permit. And the buttons down the front were undone one past the point of propriety.
She applied a
