Chapter Seventeen
Midnight Treats
Sable paced back and forth across the kitchen. “Vance should have called by now. It’s after eleven.”
Mrs. Roman and Honey sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. Honey teased, “It’s eleven o’clock. Where are your children?”
“At least Matt’s being a good boy,” Sable said. “He’s washing and disinfecting all the dildos. That was supposed to be Vance’s chore.” She frowned. “I shouldn’t have sent Vance. Elise killed T.J. Vance knew it. I know it. Elise wouldn’t hesitate to kill Vance.”
“Considering how the police might react, even sending one person was risky,” Mrs. Roman tried to console Sable. “Vance was our only choice.” Gunner and Frank were channel surfing the TV in the basement for baseball games, other sports programming, and an occasional glimps
