with your best friend’s sister?”
“No.”
“You expect me to believe that now?”
“I never touched her.”
I laughed bitterly.
“You stayed at a hotel with her.”
“I met her in the lobby.”
“You were photographed going upstairs.”
“Because we had a meeting in a conference room.”
“At eleven thirty at night?”
“Yes.”
“That is absurd.”
“I know how it looks.”
“You knew how it looked when you refused to explain it!”
“I couldn’t explain it.”
“Why?”
“Because Rebecca was trying to help me.”
“With what?”
“Northbridge.”
I stopped pacing.
The room suddenly felt very cold.
“Rebecca?”
“That’s her name.”
I remembered comments under the photographs.
Mystery brunette.
New romance.
Dallas socialite.
Not once had I seen her actual name.
“What was she helping you find?”
“Proof.”
“Of what?”
“I’m not discussing this over the phone.”
I almost screamed.
“You called me!”
“Because seeing you beside Adrian Prescott changed things.”
