Monday
cont.
Sheila, who had found the assignment distasteful and disliked
Cleo’s authority, thought the questioning was over when she left the brothel
with Cleo. The villa was open for business, but it was early afternoon, and the
half dozen prostitutes who had not left for other haunts had already been assembled
in the plush reception area for what looked like a meeting when Cleo and her
reluctant escort had arrived.
