Chapter Four
Contemplations of the Degraded
Rachel settled back in the tanned leather as Mrs. McEvers—no, Lisa, she reminded herself again mentally—guided the Benz downtown, chatting amiably at the girl all the while. So this was what a professor drove, noted one little corner of her mind. The outside of the silver sedan was smooth and stylish, and the inside was plush and quiet, furnished in rich leather and polished wood.
Again she wondered helplessly what kind of game this was for Dr. McEvers. Surely, of course, his wife had no idea of what was going on—that in itself gave her husband part of his enjoyment, no doubt, while the other part was furnished by Rachel’s own discomfiture and uncertainty. And the very opulence of this vehicle could not help but remind her of how powerful her
