CHAPTER 013: She's A Good Girl

The connection seems to take forever, each second stretching out as I wait for the call to go through. Finally, Bruno’s familiar voice answers, smooth and composed. “Mr. Hart, what a pleasant surprise.”

“I need to talk to you about a guest you had at the Luminary Gala,” I say, going straight to the point.

Bruno’s tone shifts, becoming more serious. “Of course, Mr. Hart. Which guest are you referring to?”

“Her name is Desiree Blackwood. She was wearing a green Chanel dress, long and wavy red hair, expensive jewelry—”

“I know who Desiree is, Mr. Hart. There's no need for the descriptions.”

“Perfect.”

“What has she done? Stolen something? Maybe the fine china?” he jokes.

I’m no longer in the mood for his jokes. But his words hit home. That’s exactly what she did. She stole something. It may not be the cups and plates, as Bruno said, but she’s still a thief, nonetheless. Because she stole me; she stole my attention. I can forgive many things, but not this, not theft. No one