The next afternoon Tara and Graham both showed up at Max’s apartment within minutes of each other. I’d warned Charlie and Claire that Graham was coming with me and I had no doubt they’d passed the word on to the others. At least Graham already knew Tara, Max, Sam, and Brady. It would be a lot, but he’d handle it.
“How many people are going to be there?” Graham asked as I was putting my shoes on.
“I’ve only met the women,” Tara answered. “There’s eight besides Abby and me. They’re all married though. If they all come, you’re facing sixteen new people tonight.”
“You already know Max and Brady though, and you met Sam the other day. Brady’s wife.”
My phone rang, pulling me away before Graham answered. I groaned when I saw it was Brett, but answered anyway. “Yes?”
“Abby, you gotta help me.
