Carol must still have tender feelings for Gordon Bell. A certain intimacy was implied when a woman kept photos of a former lover. There were pictures of her in a sweet little pale blue lace dress, and she was holding a bouquet of white and pink flowers. The gleam of her wedding ring stuck out like a spotlight. His soft cough got Sham’s attention. Baron motioned for his partner to join him on the couch. Sham sat down beside him, looking at the photos on the page. He didn’t say anything, simply shook his head. Baron normally would have laughed at the situation, but this one involved a woman he cared about. He put the album back where he’d found it and picked up his wine glass. “Well, what do we do?” His question was met with a roll of somber brown eyes as Sham apparently thought over the recent events. “This can’t turn out well.” He glanced at his watch. “We should have waited until we had him out of the way before getting friendly with Carol.” Baron stretched his legs out and grimaced.
