Vanity, Vengeance And A Weekend In Vegas (A Sophie Katz Novel)

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lobby for anything or anyone suspicious.
Was the green-eyed man around? Did he have anything to do with this? “You
really need to call Dena and tell her to get out of this hotel. It’s
important.”
    “Okay,” Mary Ann said uncertainly
as she reached for her phone
    “Come on, we’re getting a cab
back to Encore.”
    “Can’t we just walk?” Leah asked.
    “Look, you’re crashing my party,”
I hissed as I resumed my march to the door. “You are not in a position to
complain to me about my itinerary and right now I’m telling you that the next
thing on the itinerary is getting out of here. Do you understand that or not?”
    “But you’re not married,” Leah
said, as she followed me out into the cold night air.
    “Fucking hell, Leah, no !”   I stepped close enough to whisper into
her ear. “I didn’t get married again, but I did find a dead body in a closet.”
    Leah didn’t react immediately.
She seemed to need to take a second to process the information. “Why do you
keep doing this?”
    “What?”
    “ What ? It’s gotten to the point that when
I see the words body
discovered in a news article I immediately start scanning for your name,
that’s what!”
    “Keep your voice down,” I hissed
and started pulling her toward a cab. I could hear Mary Ann talking to Dena on
the phone. I could tell from Mary Ann’s side of the conversation that Dena was
pissed, most likely at me, but I was just going to have to explain later. Right
now the most important thing was to get everybody out.
    We all piled into the car and I
gave the driver our destination. As we pulled onto the strip Mary Ann hung up
and looked over at me and then the overnight bag that was now squeezed between
the front-seat and my knees. “Something bad happened, didn’t it?” she asked.
    I stared out the window at the
overly bright lights of the city. “You have no idea.”

 
    “Okay, so help me understand
this,” Marcus said slowly. It hadn’t taken us long to get back to the Encore
and we were now all in his and Dena’s room. I was standing by the window, my
arms tightly crossed over my chest and the overnight bag I had removed from
that room right by my side. Mary Ann and Leah were sitting on one of the double
beds and Dena was sitting at the desk refusing to look at anyone but Marcus who
was standing in the middle of the room. Marcus turned to the two newest
arrivals.
    “Why are you here again?” he asked.
    “I thought Sophie might do
something stupid,” Leah explained, “and I wanted to be here to chaperone. I
knew that if I brought Mary Ann with me Sophie wouldn’t be able to just send me
home.”
    “And you thought Sophie would
do something stupid?” Dena muttered but Marcus pressed on.
    “And Sophie, you went up to
Anatoly’s room?”
    “It wasn’t his room,” I said
quickly.
    “It was the blonde’s room?” he
asked.
    “No, not really…I don’t think
so.”
    Dena gave me a withering look.
“You barged in there like a first class stalker and you don’t even know whose
room it is?”
    “Go easy on her,” Marcus
murmured, “drunken heartbreak makes people do crazy things.”
    Dena didn’t look like she wanted
to take it easy on me.   “So I take
it you went up to his room and found him with the blonde and now you…what? You
stole his overnight bag to get revenge?”
    “This isn’t his overnight bag,
it’s mine.” I unzipped it and pulled out the duffle bag. “ This is his bag. Itwas in the room but he wasn’t.”
    “Maybe this isn’t a good time to say
this,” Mary Ann hedged, “But I’m so sorry to hear about you and Anatoly.   If it makes you feel better, I really
don’t think it’s a permanent break. True love always finds a way!”
    All of us in the room took a
second to stare at Mary Ann like she was an alien from outer space (a real
possibility) before turning back to the subject at hand.
    “So the blonde let you in?”
Marcus asked.
    “No! No! She didn’t let me in!
She

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