Kimberly
I watched him finish the last of his sandwich. He chewed slowly, and I waited for him to swallow.
“Tell me about the third one,” I said.
“Oh, gracious goodness, Kimberly. I thought we were done with this.”
He wiped his mouth with a napkin and sighed.
“The third one was different. It was the first time they came to our house. You were at your sister’s for the weekend. Remember?.”
I nodded. “I remember.”
He looked down at his empty plate.
“Rina called Thursday night. She said the studio was booked and they needed a real bedroom. She offered an extra five thousand for the location, so I agreed. I changed the sheets, hid your pictures in the drawer, and told myself it was just one more time.”
I kept my voice steady. “Who was the woman?”
“Her name was Sasha. Tall, quiet. Ba
