Night Lady

Get home early tonight. I have a key I stole last time I was there. Don’t keep me waiting.

The note was lying on the front seat of my car. It was on an engraved card - scented. Deborah Huntington’s.

I got mad. Who did she think she was anyway? I didn’t bother to answer. I knew damn well who she was. She was rich, spoiled and beautiful - and I was bewitched, bothered and bewildered, and just the thought of her next to me had me to my eyebrows in a sweat of excitement.

But she was also a suspect...