Chapter Seven
Enter the Party of the Third Part
“That’s quite a fantastic story.”
As Victoria spoke these words, she leaned back in her chair and assumed a relaxed attitude, crossing her arms, stretching out her long legs and crossing her ankles while she fixed her eyes on her lover, Scott Bentin, who sat ensconced on the sofa opposite to her, in the living room of Victoria’s apartment. His eyes were twinkling in his handsome face, which was the picture of self-satisfaction.
“You’re not going to accuse me of lying again?” he said sweetly.
Victoria stiffened at this remark, which despite his tone she took as mildly threatening; a few minutes earlier he had engaged in an uncharacteristic act of physical violence, though perhaps “violence” was too strong a word; he had only grabbed her.
