CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Ten minutes later, Stella tapped on Juliet’s door, feeling very nervous. The pressure was on. Roth expected her to get results. And Stella couldn’t help remembering that she’d been wrong about one important aspect of Juliet’s personality. She’d never pegged her as a cheater, which she was.
Had she even gone home afterwards? Stella felt sure she would have gone home, to shower and remove any physical evidence. But what if she hadn’t, and they were unable to find where she was?
Tension coiled in her stomach as she wondered if she’d misread other crucial signals from this quiet and introverted woman. The confidence she’d felt ten minutes ago had now abandoned her.
Quick footsteps trod across the tiles, and a moment later Juliet opened the door.
She was wearing a pretty,
