Literature
Truth and Consequences: V
Grace had watched Fontaine leave; now she regarded the man who remained standing on the cracked marble lobby floor. She should have figured as much--a man who called himself a doctor coming in here in the middle of the night, short on cash and long on charm. Now it was obvious. He was on the run from the cops, and she'd seen it a mile away--so why couldn't she muster the appropriate rage?
He looked so sad, so terrified. It was written in his defeated posture. When she took a few steps toward him, he cringed visibly, but like a beaten dog did not turn to face her. As Grace stoo