Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
I followed her down the stairs, watching her high heels click against the hardwood steps.
She carried the bag out to her SUV, which was parked in the driveway under the shade of the large silver maple tree.
The evening air was beginning to cool, the shadows stretching long across the lawn.
She placed the bag in the back cargo area and closed the trunk with a solid, metallic thud.
“I will call you when I get to Georgetown,” she said, leaning in to brush her cheek against mine.
Her skin smelled of her expensive jasmine perfume, a scent that had once made me feel entirely safe.
“Drive carefully,” I said.
She got into the driver’s seat, the engine starting with a quiet, powerful purr.
I stood on the concrete walkway as she shifted into reverse, her face pale behind the tinted glass.
The red taillights of Nicole’s car disappearing down the street as I held the detective’s business card in my hand.
By Monday morning at eight o’clock, the house smelled of fried pancetta and fresh rosemary.
