Chapter Ten
Interrogations
Lydia left early the following morning, taking a taxi, saying only that she’d be back later in the afternoon. Alain was already at the office. With the house virtually empty, Meri worked in her studio; she had plans for framing several paintings she’d just finished for the gallery showing later in the month.
Late in the afternoon her cell phone rang. Lydia was on the caller ID.
“Hi there! Coming home soon?” Meri asked.
“Hey, I need a ride, can you come get me?” Lydia said.
“I thought you were taking a taxi?”
“Sorry, I ran out of money.”
“You sound weird, Liddy.”
“I’m fine. I just need a lift. 206 West Concord. It can’t be more than a half hour away. I’ll be waiting for you outside. It’s a business office, Meri. No dungeon in sight,” she gave up a terse l
