Chapter 83

Vivienne paced in her hotel room, waiting for Win to call. Or better yet, for him to send her those pictures. She gnawed on her thumbnail, the plush carpet beneath her Louboutins doing little to soothe the gnawing worry in her gut. Hours had oozed by since Win’s last message. Was he busy doing Elodie, or did he get cold feet and back out at the last second? Vivienne hoped it was the former. A sharp rap at the door sent her heart into a tap dance. Win? Had he finally secured those shots? But nope, the doorway framed two uniformed officers. ‘Vivienne Fontaine?’ the taller one barked, his voice as sandpapery as his starched collar. Vivienne swallowed, her normally smooth voice turning into a croak. ‘Yeah. What’s this about?’ ‘You need to come with us,’ the shorter one said. Panic bubbled in Vivienne’s stomach. ‘Look, if this is about the theft thing,’ she stammered, ‘I’m out on bail. You can check with my bail bondsman. He’s got the paperwork...’ The shorter officer shook his head, his vo