Only Marilyn, still nestled against Harrison's chest, couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through her body. But her mouth kept up the act:

"I don't understand what you're talking about, sis."

"You will. Very soon."

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

Three minutes later, someone came crashing through the doors.

"Marilyn Cobb, you conniving little tramp! Get out here!"

Every head in the room turned toward the entrance.

The color drained from Marilyn's face.