CHAPTER EIGHT
Marni
It’s Saturday night and Carlton is at his club, while I decide to stay home. He told me as he walked out that he would be late.
“One of those billiard tournaments. They go on forever, at least until the betting gets too rich for me.”
“You won’t lose all your money, will you?” I asked.
“No, not all. I’ll let you know in the morning if you have to sell your jewelry,” he joked. He was in an especially jolly mood tonight, which raised my spirits as well.
As for me, I curl up with a book and bowl of popcorn, knowing that if I go out, disaster might just strike. That was my plan…
Now, suddenly, it’s nine o’clock and I hear a knock on the door.
I jump to my feet and pad toward the foyer, c*****g my head as I gaze through the stained-glass sidelight, trying to get a fix
