About 10 p.m., we finally finished reviewing all the pages, and we had a riddle-filled set of directions that led us, well, somewhere. Where, now that was the question. But even with this information, we had some leverage over Victora and Frye, and I was due to call Victora to discuss our arrangement before the day ended.
After a tight hug and a reminder that I knew what to say from Boone, I picked up my phone and dialed the number on the card Victora’s bodyguard had given me when I got out of the car. Victora answered on the first ring. “Ms. Baxter, I was beginning to wonder if I would hear from you.”
“I am a woman of my word,” I said firmly and pressed back the habit I had of offering an explanation when someone felt I was in the wrong. “Tomorrow. 7 p.m. Lobby.”
He was silent a moment
