Chapter 11: The Lobby

I stared at the model on the tile until Toni took the phone back.

The pose was mine.

The green dress was close enough for anyone to recognize.

Saskia had sold the night before my bruises had healed.

"We can call her company," Toni said.

"They already know what they're selling."

I opened the launch page on my replacement phone.

The pictures had a button to preorder sets with names like RECKLESS and RUINED.

Women were posting my original bathroom photo beneath the advertisement.

One comment called it clever marketing.

I shut the screen before I read another.

Joel reached for my hand under the table.

I turned it over and held his.

"I need to find the man who took the pictures," I said.

The best man's bank was downtown, three blocks from my mother's old campaign office.

I knew where he worked because Grayson used to boast about his promotion.

On Monday I took the bus in my work jeans and my Rollers jacket.

Joel offered to come.

I asked him to meet me afterward at the rink.

The bank lobby had a marble floor and a wall of portraits.

The receptionist recognized me before I reached the desk.

She glanced at the jacket, then at the security guard near the elevators.

"I'm here to see a vice president," I said. "Grayson Ingersoll's best man."

She hesitated with one finger on the phone.

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