Chapter Fourteen
A day later, Tony came home to find Melanie again in the kitchen, no doubt working on another recipe. What's up? she said brightly. She looked up to see an odd look on his face, when she was expecting something much more peaceful. Something wrong? she asked. Not at all, he said, maintaining the inscrutable cool. I want you to call Glen and arrange for him to meet us at my office. Any night this week, next week if that's not convenient. What ever for? Melanie blurted out flabbergasted by the request. She watched her husband pull out the envelope and lay it on the counter. It was the first she'd seen of it since Tony had thrown it at her when he was spitting fire the day before. You know exactly what for, Tony countered her. But . . .
