Chapter Thirty-Two
Faye
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When Faye arrived at her home in Las Vegas, it was quiet.
Almost too quiet.
She let herself in through the sliding glass door in the back, slipped into the white robe she’d brought along, and went in search of Victor. She found William first.
“Faye,” he replied, looking worried. “I take it you heard?”
She smiled coldly. “Yes. Why do you think I’m here? Where is Victor?”
“He’s in the den. He’s been trying to call you.”
“Really? I haven’t heard from him,” she replied. “So he hasn’t tried hard enough.”
“He’s not alone,” said William as she headed toward the den.
She didn’t bother asking who Victor was with. She was too angry to care.
“Speak of the devil,” said Victor, as she flung open the door and stormed inside.
Faye was about to tell him off wh
