Chapter 4
“I’m here till two,” Dayla says. “So I can meet up any time after that. Where are you at, exactly?”
“Windsor Farms. Are you familiar with it?”
Of course.Did Dayla expect anything less? Windsor Farms is a posh neighborhood full of high-end, multi-million-dollar homes right on the James River. Or, as those who live there say, on the rivah. Though only a fifteen minute drive from Dayla’s little apartment, it might as well be on another planet. Working girls like Dayla can’t afford to lookat most of the houses in Windsor Farms.
Who’s she kidding? She can’t even dreamof them.
Carefully, she says, “I know where it is.”
“Great.” Ms. Meredith reels off an address and doesn’t ask if she needs directions. In this day and age, Dayla can find it easily enough on her phone. “I’ll expect you at three, then? How does that sound?”