Veronica was already walking. There was a particular kind of determination in her stride. Luca followed.
The front door opened under Veronica's hand. Warm light spilled over the space. The house was furnished already.
In the living room, seated on the sofa was a woman. She was beautiful. Her dark hair was swept into a neat bun, with a few curls left loose around her face. She wore a fitted jacket over a blouse and a pencil skirt that ended just below her knees. Her legs were crossed elegantly, hands resting on her lap, posture perfect. She looked like a lawyer.
"Mrs Genovese, I presume."
Veronica lifted her chin. "Yes. I am." Her gaze swept over the woman once. "Mistress Marceline. I hear you are a professional dominatrix."
Luca closed the door behind them very slowly. The night had gone to hell.
Marceline's mouth curved. "I hear the tone, ma'am. I choose to ignore it. Please sit. This is not a session we can have while standing."
