Chapter 20 It's You
- LACY
- “Madam Beatrice, I can't do this,” I confessed, still holding the picture of the man who hadn't left my mind since that Christmas night.
- “What?” Madam Beatrice gasped in disbelief and anger. She was the woman who came to see me at the café. I called her because clearly, I needed the money from the job. But that was before I understood what the job was about.