Chapter 88 Matters Move On

• Van Dyke said his goodbyes soon after and hustled me away.
• His strong, warm arm around me comforted me, for although I kept denying it, I was still shaken. When we were in the car, Daddy pulled me in his arms and kissed me. Tilting my face, holding my chin with his thick fingers, he growled,
• “I met her yesterday; she barged into O’Grady’s celebrations at his Casino. Uninvited.” His clipped tone and grim expression told me he was being honest.