do.”

“There are women’s heels in your office.”

“I know.”

“And wigs.”

Silence.

“And a camera.”

“I can see that, Gigi.”

I pointed toward the measuring tape lying on the floor.

Part 2

The deadline was nine the next morning.

I didn’t scream.

I photographed every envelope where it had fallen, backed up the dining-room camera footage, and took Noah to my neighbor’s continue reading …