As I hurried toward the subway, Beau returned my call. I blurted out the story to him. “Bailey, this is all going to work out,” he said reassuringly. “They can’t possibly end up buying this story.” “But right now it’s my word against Devon’s mother’s, and they seem to have no confidence in my word.” “Can you think of anything you said to this woman that she might have misconstrued?” “But that’s the point, I never spoke to her. She’s making the whole thing up.” “Look, I want to see you as soon as possible, but I’ve got six people showing up at my studio any minute. What if we meet at my place at about ten?” “That would be great. I guess I’ll just go home first and try not to throw myself off my terrace.” “I’ve got an idea,” he said after a pause. “Do you have my key with you?
