Chapter Nineteen
Fatal Rebellion
As we headed back to the reception area, it finally dawned on me that Mrs. Roman was no longer wearing the fur coat. “Where’s the fur?”
“I traded it in for a magic potion.” She was already dialing a number on the receptionist’s phone. “Martin? We’re ready. See you in a few minutes.” She stepped back inside the meeting room to retrieve her tote, and moments later the elevator whisked us down to the main floor.
Sequestered in the limousine, I asked, “Don’t I get to savor my victory?”
She kissed me on the cheek, but frowned. “We have to confront Grey.”
“What’s your plan?”
“Mostly, playing it by ear. I have one trump card, but I can’t tell you what it is.”
I sighed. “Honey’s trump card turned out to be her ass wrapped in a girdle. Those were the good
