He got out of his Audi and headed for the entrance. He stretched his strained back and glanced at the silver and blue Rolls Royce as he walked. It was so ostentatious, he thought. But it was also just the kind of car he would expect his ex-wife to favor. Inside his home, he found his daughter playing cards with her mother. Pam was propped up on pillows on the living room sofa, with blankets covering her, while her mother was seated on the floor against the sofa, in shorts and little tennis shoes. They were laughing and talking and looking more like peers than mother and child. “Hey, Daddy,” Pam said when Jake arrived. “Mommy’s a lousy card player.” “Always has been, “ Dena said with a smile. Jake walked over to Pam, leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then slid her hair out of her face. “How are you feeling, sweetie?” he asked her. “Real good, Daddy. Those other tests Dr.
