From the Moscone Center locker room, the mantras of the Foursies in the yoga class could barely be heard above the squeals of Twosies on the soccer field outside. Kimberley had no problem slipping away from the other mothers, all of whom were taking advantage of this much-appreciated hour of free time by perusing their iPads for the most scurrilous articles in this week’s People, or watching for the umpteenth time the latest episode of Scandal. If they find sex and politics so titillating, they should open their eyes to what’s happening right under their pretty little noses, Kimberley thought. With any luck, I’ll be able to bring Bettina Connaught Cross’s reign of terror to an end for us all. Only three of the lockers held personal items. Kimberley recognized Andy’s gym bag immediately. Unzipping it, she took a moment to sniff his soccer jersey. As tempted as she was to take it, she knew that doing so would defeat the task at hand: Taking Bettina down. She hadn’t heard a peep from Andy since the day she saw him drive off after Bettina.
