Every woman he‘d ever slept with was bound to speak up and try for her moment in the spotlight; they‘d all learned from the Tiger Woods debacle. Everyone except Webber, that is. ―He‘s not the type to listen,‖ Coby told Nicholette. ―Ever.‖ Nicholette sighed, nodded, and ostensibly went back to the drawing board with her client. Coby had other things to think about, Danner being the top of her list, although Anne tte‘s murder and its maybe connection to Lucas Moore was running a close second, if it wasn‘t a dead heat. Faith called in the afternoon and said she was meeting Hugh for dinner. She sounded excited, but like she was trying to tamp it down, and Coby felt a faint twinge of envy. She and her sister were communicating more since Annette‘s death, maybe because they‘d been linked again through Danner, in a strange way. For that Coby was glad, but she felt unsettled and unable to concentrate on much of anything and sensed this would continue until there was some resolution to Annette‘s murder.
