Triple Shot
“We knew Brigid Ferndale wanted to work for Atherton. Upon further questioning, Benjy told me that after the first woman – presumably TV producer Deirdre Doty – left, Brigid went into the entrance foyer and returned with Atherton. The two had retired to a table and, not twenty minutes after sitting down, Brigid had paid her tab for the one drink she’d actually ordered, collected her handbag and left.With Gabriella Atherton? Benjy hadn’t noticed. So, was Atherton the last person to see Brigid ali...ve? That I didn’t know. But Atherton ought to be able to provide a few pieces to the puzzle. I wended my way through the growing crowd on the dance floor and then started circling the far tables, searching for her. The strap of my purse was over my left shoulder, with the body of the bag tucked under that elbow. I held my wine glass out front in the opposite hand. My strategy was to protect the purse from pickpockets and my Cakebread Cabernet Sauvignon from the bag, lest it be sent swinging as I squeezed past clumps of seated people.I probably looked like a punt-returner securing the football as I dodged the other patrons in a slow-motion, broken-field run.MoreLess
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