“Ok, Ann,” her eyes drifted back to Reena, “I’m not saying I believe you. I’m not convinced; but this has to stop. And the only way it will stop, if you are the culprit, is for me to make it against your best interests to continue. Do you understand that?”
“No. Not really,” Ann confessed.
“You are married, are you not?”
A chill contracted Ann’s spine and her stomach seemed to want to spill out onto the floor. “Yes,” she confessed, looking down at the carpet.
“Then I fight fire with fire. Your young gentleman’s name?”
“David.”
“Mmm. Very biblical, my dear. Does our David know how you spend your daylight hours?”
“No, ma’am.”
Reena stepped closer to where Ann, still on the floor, propped herself on an elbow. “I need something on you,” Reena continued. “Leverage. Something to use again
