Jessica sat in the back of a cab, texting Ines.

[On my way. I'll be there in about ten minutes.]

[Okay, I'm waiting for you at the hotel entrance.]

Meanwhile, Sheila, knowing Mr. Smith was something of a wine connoisseur- with a special appreciation for rare vintages—had arranged for the delivery of two bottles of top-tier wine, aged nearly forty years.

Just then, her phone rang. It was the courier from the vineyard.

Sheila decided she'd meet the courier herself and told him to wait outside The Silverthread Eatery.

As she stepped out to the restaurant's entrance, she was surprised to spot Ines there.

Ines was glancing around, clearly waiting for someone.

Suddenly, Sheila recalled what Mr. Smith had said earlier he had two very important friends coming. She'd never met one of them, but apparently both were crucial to him.

City before, so there was only one logical conclusion: his two important friends were

Sheila's expression darkened.

herself to move forward, feigning surprise as she

and, upon seeing Sheila, smiled pleasantly. "You're

Mr. Smith up from the airport this time, and he

I'm here to meet Mr. Smith

Miss Sheila Howard?" the courier approached, carrying

me. Thank you," Sheila replied,

some wine. Since you're here

said, glancing at

good guess. Still, she smiled and nodded. "Alright, I'll take the wine

The Silverthread Eatery and dialed Henry's

recognizing her

out. Why did you move out? I wanted you to stay so we could have a sleepover, and you could tell me a story

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