Olivia
Sweet Caroline’s was nothing like Dos Hermanos. It obviously catered to a more upscale, exclusive crowd. The line outside the door looked like a casting call for Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous and the parking lot was full of high-end automobiles and limousines.
Seriously? This was where fugitives hung out.
Avalon, however, was in her prime. She’d been to this kind of scene when she was still up and coming in Hollywood. I was having serious doubts that a B-grade actress and a relatively small-town lawyer were even going to make the cut to get in the door. I noticed that quite a few parties had been turned away, despite their beautiful faces and designer clothing. However, Bentley cut the line and went straight up to the bouncer. He leaned in and whispered something in
