Candace Clowater's POV
What the hell was I thinking? Why did I ever think I could trust a Moretti?
My lawyer, Leo Barone, came to see me late yesterday afternoon. He said Elio Moretti didn't want his wife to find out about our affair, so had a plan to get me out of prison, and help me disappear. It was all set up for early tomorrow morning. All I had to do was take the medication he slipped me. It would put me into a deep sleep, and the prison doctor that was on the Moretti payroll, would state I was dead. He would sign the death certificate, and my 'body' would be removed by a hearse, again owned by the Moretti's.
I didn't doubt him in the least, especially since my lawyer had all the evidence of the affair. If Elio played any tricks, my lawyer would send all the evidence of the affair
