THIRTEEN
Penelope was the first one to enter Rachel’s office the next morning, barely giving her time to get seated.
“I saw the cops taking Marc out in handcuffs, and Lola, too. What happened?”
Rachel debated how much she wanted to tell the woman. She didn’t need the entire complex gossiping about Marc and Lola.
“It’s hard to say right now. I don’t have all the facts.” Rachel hoped that would satisfy the woman.
“I heard Lola yelling like someone was cutting off her fingers and toes,” Penelope said. “It was awful. Do you think Marc was chopping off her digits?”
“I seriously doubt that. I received several calls about the noise,” Rachel said, pushing the button on the coffeemaker sitting atop the mini fridge. She really needed some caffeine.
“It was more than noise. Lola was screaming
