CHAPTER 3
The Ringo Effect
Why didn’t somebody give her a heads-up?
A well-to-do widow in Chicago’s exclusive Jefferson Park neighborhood uncovers ugly secrets about her beloved late husband, threatening her carefully constructed world with disgrace and ruin.
CHAPTER 3
Dahlia awakens in a panic at 6:30 am. The house is engulfed in silence as she brews a pot of coffee and goes over their expenses in her head. The ones she know of.
Eight thousand will carry them for how long? A couple of months? Not even that. Maya’s tuition payment is due. In her Junior year at Stanford, room and board is almost twenty-thousand dollars every quarter.
Dahlia showers and selects a crisp white Michael Kors pantsuit and the largest pair of sunglasses she owns to hide her puffy face. She can’t remember what she did with Richard’s key ring and searches for it, finding it finally underneath the pile on the desk in the library. Holding the keys in her hand, she feels the sting of fresh tears. Nope. Not now.
Thirty minutes later her pale yellow Mercedes 300 pulls into the parking lot of the Harris Bank on 47th and Drexel. Inside she’s greeted at the door by the uniformed guard. He’s new.
