"You sure you're okay?" Mona ask, not for the first time since picking me up from the Davis home. I look over at her jet-black hair and done up makeup, then back to the road ahead of us.

"Yes, Mona. Now are going to tell me where you were on your way to dressed up like that?" Mona has the decency of blushing and I briefly wonder If my best friend is starting to get ahold of her old ways.

"It's not what you think. An old acquaintance of mine, one from back in the day, is having a ...