SCARLETT
Tessa arrived at the mansion within the hour.
She pulled up in her small secondhand car which looked spectacularly out of place in the Laurent driveway and she didn't seem to notice or care, which was entirely Tessa. She came in with two coffees from the place near her apartment and sat across from me at the kitchen counter and listened to the full version of everything with the focused attention of someone filing information carefully.
When I finished she was quiet for a moment.
"Forty-eight hours," she said.
"Approximately," I said.
"And then your name is in a news article connected to your mother's husband."
"Separated husband," I said.
"That distinction will not matter to the internet," Tessa said flatly.
"I know."
She looked at her coffee. "Are you prepared for what
