Chapter Twelve
Just us Girls
The young guy looked at the address Claire had given him, checking it for the final time against the imposing house of buff-colored stone, the one that sat so smugly on its neatly manicured lawn. It took him a while to find the place, tucked away among the trees of this exclusive gated neighborhood. But he knew this must be it — a solid structure that reeked of money, private and secure behind its wrought iron fence. He cut the engine and sat there, killing a few minutes so he would be at the door exactly on time; not early, not late. Claire insisted on things like that. She hadn’t told him much about the assignment, only that some women would be expecting him. Only later did he found out that they did this sort of thing regularly, gathering once a month; the
