Nappi Napolitani’s voice, smooth as cannoli cream, came through my cell. Thank heaven for mobsters. “I just happen to be at my condo in West Palm. I could run up to see you today if you’d like.” Oh, yes. I would like. Now I had someone who was on my side. I ended the call after arranging to meet Nappi at the Burnt Biscuit Bar and Grill, the place where we’d first gotten acquainted a year ago. I gave Madeleine and Frida a defiant look. “I think we pushed her too far.” Madeleine’s mouth curved in a smile of apology, but Frida shook her head and stalked out of the cubicle. “I’m going home. Where are my clothes?” Madeleine pointed to the chair. I struggled into my clothes and shoes, then grabbed my purse, slid the curtain back and walked smack dab into Darlene. Oh gosh. I’d forgotten all about Darlene. This couldn’t be what everyone meant by my being irresponsible in the face of murder, could it?
