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, then thought better of it and picked it back up. She took a slow sip before speaking.
"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. She gathered information and held it until it became relevant. Tonight it had become relevant.
"Do you remember her marriage? To Jacob Taylor?"
Sam nodded. "Seven years ago, right? The Taylors. Old money. It was a big wedding. I remember the photographs. She looked beautiful."
