Rod has been waiting almost an hour for Jewel to get dressed. It’s their date night. He glances at his watch, wondering why he hasn’t received a call about Bayley. “Damn, I know someone should have her old ass by now. “ He’s brought out of his thoughts when Jewel enters the room. “You look gorgeous, baby,”
Jewel’s wearing a silver halter knee-length dress. “Thank you.” She spins around until he grabs her waist and kisses her neck.
Rod picks up her purse, kisses her hand, “We’re going to have a wonderful time.” He hands her her purse, and the doorbell rings.
She knew it had to be Bryton. He’s the only one who would come here. Now that Elia and Galinda are dead.
Bryton is on the phone when he enters the room. He put the caller on hold. He looks at Jewel and then at Rod. “It’s the police
