I closed my eyes.
Of course. Daniel had not only lied to me. He had lied to her too. That did not make her innocent, but it made her useful.
“Vanessa,” I said, “did Daniel tell you the Sapphire Room was for business clients?”
Silence.
“No,” she admitted. “He said it was my birthday celebration.”
Margaret wrote quickly on her notepad.
“Did he tell you he had permission to sign my name?”
Another silence.
“He said spouses sign for each other all the time.”
“We were divorced that morning.”
“I know that now.”
Her voice cracked at the edges. Not enough to make me pity her, but enough to show the fantasy had begun to leak.
Then she said the sentence that changed everything.
“He told me you were still paying because you owed him after hiding assets.”
My eyes opened.
