“Mrs. Fields had a brief stay at the bequest of her husband, Mr. Robert Fields. Mrs. Fields was suffering from hysteria and needed treatment immediately.”

Following a successful treatment, Mrs. Fields was sent home. But according to Miss Cianfarra, threats were made by husband Robert Fields, should Mrs. Fields’ hysteria return.

“Her passion for the women’s right to vote should not be misinterpreted as hysteria,” Miss Cianfarra spoke out when interviewed by detectives. “Her husband is behind her disappearance, I tell you. I blame him, and him alone.”

Fields denies any involvement in his wife’s disappearance, but detectives assured the public that they would investigate all leads and any suspect, be it friend, family, or foe.

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Marin

All that glitters isn’t always gold. Sometimes it’s a diamond-encrusted turquoise bracelet.

It looked gorgeous in the case. Even more so on my wrist. As the lady behind the counter handed me the black velvet box that it came in, I wanted her to snap it shut like Richard Gere did with Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman when he gave her the necklace. When Cody did it upon my request, it wasn’t nearly as comical, as my reflexes weren’t quick enough and I broke a fingernail in the process.

Cody always talked about how you should dress for the job you want, look the part you want to get. Except it only seemed to apply to him. As I watched him play rounds of golf that cost more than our car payment (sometimes on his dad’s dime, sometimes not), or buy athletic shirts that were finer than anything on my side of the closet, I couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t equal. He always had to look great, while I was “pretty enough that I didn’t need to wear fancy things.”

Double-standard much, Cody?

Today it was all about me. For once. Thank you very much, upcoming Mortimer inheritance.

This morning, on the living room sofa, as dawn rose along with all our buried secrets—well, most of them—I had told Cody about the inheritance from Mortimer Randolph, who rested peacefully among the corpses at the Allegheny County Morgue. To celebrate Mortimer’s life—who am I kidding? we were celebrating his death—Cody insisted we go shopping. The first place we landed? The same jewelry store that sold Vera and Felicity’s bracelets.