barely finished their entrée, Adrian said pleasantly, âWhy donât we get out of here now. Thereâs this special place I want to take you gorgeous women to, for a brandy.â
He knows, Elizabeth thought, and gave him a grateful smile. She grabbed her purse and started to rise. The waiter saw her motion and rushed to the table to assist her.
Catherine was drunk. And furious. Chad Walters was a bastard, and demanding more money from her. Or he wouldnât provide her with the cocaine she wanted so desperately. It was top-grade. She had no other contacts. Then she saw the waiter from the corner of her eye, and then Elizabeth. She saw red.
She felt a wave of dizziness as she jumped to her feet and shook her head. âYou god-awful lying bitch,â she said. She thought sheâd whispered it, but she heard Chad say sharply, âShut up, Cathy, and sit down! God, everyone is staring!â
But she didnât. She was out of control and couldnât seem to stop herself. Sheâd said it aloud and she wasnât about to stop now. She strode to Elizabethâs table. She saw Elizabethâs face, utterly devoid of color, and knew that sheâd heard what sheâd said.
âI mean it,â she said, her voice shrill. âYou bribed that man, and you got away with murder. You did it, I know you did. You killed my father.â
The restaurant was deadly silent. It was like a tableau, Elizabeth thought vaguely. Everyone had struck an attitude.
âCatherine,â she said very clearly, âyouâre not well. Go home.â
âWhat, dear stepmother? Leave you in peace? Are you sleeping with him too?â She sent a mocking glance at Adrian. âPerhaps a little ménage a` trois?â Then she was trembling, knowing sheâd gone too far, but the rage, the anger, propelled her. âI know, I know you did it. Iâll see youââ She got no further.
Adrian leapt from his chair, grabbed Catherine, one huge hand covering her mouth, and dragged her through the restaurant and out the door. Chad Walters tossed Elizabeth a mock salute, which she didnât see, and strolled through the restaurant after Adrian.
âNo, Elizabeth, donât say anything. Letâs get out of here.â
Elizabeth felt Elaineâs hand on her arm and followed her out like a witless child. She heard the building sea of conversation in their wake. It would never stop, never. She wanted to die. Once they were outside, she looked blankly upon a scene that would have made for an excellent Hollywood set.
Adrian was shaking Catherine like a dog. Chad Walters merely stood by watching, a mocking smile on his lips. And a group of people was gathering to watch.
The police would come quickly, Elizabeth thought, and the ever-lurking paparazzi, and the media. Oh, God.
She heard herself shout, âCome along, Adrian. Now, quickly. Let her go.â
Adrian released Catherine and felt her long nails score down his cheek. âYou damned bitch,â he said, turned on his heel, and walked quickly to Elizabeth and Elaine.
âPlease take me home,â Elizabeth said, surprised that this sorry excuse for a voice was hers.
âYes, I think we can get out of here now,â Adrian said. He was holding both women very close. âYou all right, Elizabeth?â
âYes. Elaine,â she began, turning to Adrianâs white-faced wife, âIâm so sorry. Please . . .â
Elaine didnât say anything. Nothing like this had ever happened in her life. For Godâs sake, sheâd grown up in Fort Worth, Texas, her father was a math professor at TCU. Her only publicity was Girl of the Month in high school, and she hadnât even made that during the school year, but during August. She felt strangely disembodied. She heard Adrian talking, heard Elizabeth. She raised her head, looked directly into Elizabethâs eyes, and said, âI donât want to
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