Chapter 2Did I really resort to this level of desperation? Did the last fifteen minutes actually occur?
Blythe continually asked herself these questions while pacing the living room at breakneck speed, replaying the conversation bit by bit. The entire Acme “booking” process had happened so fast, she’d felt her head spinning by the time she’d hung up the phone. She tried to recollect each phase of the process, wondering if she had forgotten anything of importance. She doubted it, however, since the agency was nothing if not completely thorough with their pointed questions.
Yes, she had given the “date and time of service” needed—this coming Saturday night from seven P.M. until approximately midnight—and she had mentioned the event was a black-tie affair and had specified that the escort s
