CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
I walked straight toward Calhoun, who had moved on to chat up a middle-aged woman wearing spike heels and a little black dress that was two sizes too small. I stopped when I reached them, as if I had been invited to join their conversation.
Calhoun didn’t stop talking to the cougar to look at me, so I coughed discreetly. That didn’t get her attention, so I brazenly jumped right in the minute she stopped for a breath. “Hi, Marge.”
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