She certainly had no time to actually think about Wezley Butterfield’s visit, or everything she’d learned about Eddie’s death. Which seemed to be nothing. When she’d investigated Rex March’s murder, she’d felt as if she’d moved from clue to clue, but this seemed to be a big pile of unrelated inci...
. . I guess I could ask. You know, kind of sneaky like.” Jessie clutched her soda cup. Her short fingernails were painted fuchsia and blue, alternating nail to nail. “Heavens, this is the best frankfurter I’ve ever had.” Victoria chewed delicately and dabbed at her mouth with a brown paper napkin...
Jessica said, sounding truly contrite.Nikki gripped the steering wheel as if she were maneuvering a tank, which was sometimes an excellent skill, driving in L.A. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. We were representing him, Jess.” She shook her head. “That is so not cool, starting an affair with...