CHAPTER 16
SUBTERFUGEHouston, Texas
Cybil shuffled around the kitchen still dressed in her robe and slippers. She brewed more coffee while she finished giving Rusty his instructions for the day.
“Talk to as few people as possible and make sure that none of them are reporters. The papers have already made sure we look like fools.”
She rinsed her cup, dried it, and tore open the top of a packet of sweetener. “And whatever you do, stay out of the strip clubs. They’ll be watching you.”
Rusty didn’t even deny it, just nodded his head and took the admonishments as if he were a schoolboy being reprimanded by the teacher.
Cybil tapped a long fingernail on the countertop as the coffee dripped, and all the while she shook her head. “I can’t believe Tom did that to us,” she said, then slammed
