“For what it’s worth, the drone footage has already escaped the venue.”
I straightened.
“How?”
“A groomsman sent it to someone. Or a caterer. Or God got bored. Doesn’t matter. It’s circulating.”
I thought of Victoria in white silk, smiling while she sprayed my mother like a stray dog.
“Good.”
Their First Try
At 8:17 p.m. Richard came to my mother’s house.continue reading …