Winnie left a message. “I’ll take a cab home. Don’t worry about me. And I’ll take a cab to the Center in the morning. We’ll just add it to my bill.”
But then an image flashed into Winnie’s mind.
She was sure Mrs. Bristol would approve.
“Actually,” Winnie continued on Irma’s voicemail, “I’ll take Mrs. Bristol’s car home. We can bring it back here tomorrow.”
Winnie clicked off the call. She could see in her mind’s eye exactly where the Cadillac keys were hanging on a hook inside the front door.
She found the keys, but now she was missing Kyle. She could hear him somewhere at the back of the house.
“I need to go,” she told him. “Does someone have to be here while you work?”
“Nope, we’re insured and I’m incredibly honest.”
The young man grinned at Winnie, and she opened her vision to l
