Sam's story about Angelika Sinclair hung in the air. The womanizer with his hand on her waist. The smile that looked like it hurt. The predator circling his prey on the dance floor below.
Audrey set her bourbon down.
"She's probably being pressured by her family."
Sam looked at her. "What do you mean?"
"The Sinclairs have been trying to recover their standing for years. Angelika was supposed to be their ticket back in. It didn't work out that way."
"What happened?"
Audrey paused. She wasn't the type to gossip, Arianne knew. She was the type to gather information and hold it until it became relevant. Tonight it had become relevant.
"Do you remember her marriage? To Jacob Taylor?"
Sam nodded. "Ten years ago, right? The Taylors. Old money. It was a big wedding. I remember the photographs. She looked beautiful."
