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49

Fleeced

Were never going to be rich, Georgette sobbed as she lay in Blaises arms in their lumpy bed.

Its Regan Reillys fault, he said. Who would have thought shed have camped out there?

She never mentioned it when we were talking.

Well by the way, dont give out so much information. You were getting a little too chatty.

She liked the perfume you gave me.

Dont wear it again.

Georgette lifted her head and looked Blaise in the eye. Why not?

Why do you think?

I dont know.

Have you ever heard of hound dogs at a crime scene?

Yeah.

They pick up a scent. Think of Regan Reilly as a hound dog.

Georgette put her head back down. I wont use it again until we shove off from here. I wish we could leave now.

Well, we cant. When I heard Reilly talking to the 911 operator about a murder, I realized weve got to stay put. If we disappear now, itd be too suspicious. Theyd really come looking for us. And I dont want to get nailed for something I didnt do.

And I dont want to go back there tonight for the anniversary party, Georgette said. Well never get the diamonds. Whats the point?

The point is that it aint over till its over. Ive got a couple weeks of the butler school left, and then were out of here. In the meantime, you sit and think about your boyfriend Nat. Think about where those glass stones might have come from and what he would have done with the diamonds.

He loved to play practical jokes.

Its really funny hiding diamonds worth millions.

Georgette stared up at the ceiling. Whoever came into the apartment that night and murdered him might know what he did with them.

Blaise stroked her hair. But who would that be?

I dont know. Georgette was suddenly irritated. You dont think he was cheating on me, do you?


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