He left.
I stood in the hallway, listening to his car disappear down the street.
Then I called Margaret.
Someone had come to our home in the middle of the night, and my husband had recognized him.
Whatever Richard was involved in, he was no longer simply hiding an affair or stealing money.
He was afraid of someone.
And I was beginning to suspect that the person he feared was much more dangerous than he was.
Chapter 4: The Truth About the Baby
Vesna didn’t arrive on Saturday.
Instead, at nine in the morning, Margaret called to say she had arranged a confidential meeting with an investigator who was reviewing the suspicious transactions.
I was relieved.
Richard, however, was furious.
“Where is she?” he demanded, pacing across the kitchen.
“I haven’t heard from her.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
I set my cup down.
“Then ask her yourself.”
He pulled out his phone and called her.
