CHAPTER 17
“No, I’m not setting a single foot back in the hotel district.” Why couldn’t his wife understand? Juliette had arrived at Roger’s office that morning under the pretense of helping him clean off his desk, but she obviously had ulterior motives for visiting him today.
“It was just an idea I had.” Juliette threw a granola bar wrapper into the trash can.
Roger couldn’t remember how many times Juliette said, “It was just an idea I had,” and he ended up risking his life or reputation. He took the unopened envelope she passed him. “We burned all those bridges already.” Didn’t she remember the threats? Didn’t she remember crying, hugging her husband, and pleading with him to stop going into the brothels once the managers found out what he was doing?
Juliette stuck some old invoices
