Page 63 of The Perfect Divorce

Before I can explain, Olson is already pulling out a piece of paper and sliding it across the table.Shit!

“This is a text conversation we pulled from Stacy’s cell phone. It’s from three weeks before Stacy went missing, and it’s between her and your client’sregisteredphone number,” Olson says. “Do you remember this exchange, Bob?”

Brad forces a puff of air out of his nose, clearly frustrated that I failed to mention this to him.

STACY HOWARD

Hey Bob, I have a proposition for you.

BOB MILLER

Who is this?

STACY HOWARD

Stacy, your favorite one-night stand

BOB MILLER

How’d you get my number?

STACY HOWARD

I knew we had future business to settle, so I snagged one of your business cards on my way out.

BOB MILLER

Yeah, along with my Rolex and all the cash in my wallet. You’re lucky I didn’t file a police report.

STACY HOWARD

I knew you wouldn’t because you wouldn’t want your wife to find out about us, now, would you?

BOB MILLER

What is it you want from me?

STACY HOWARD

What everyone wants. Money.

BOB MILLER

How much?

STACY HOWARD

You tell me. How much is your marriage worth?

BOB MILLER

Don’t you fucking play with me. You’re a goddamn thief and a whore. You meant nothing, and if I hadn’t been wasted, it would have never happened. You know that just as well as I do.

STACY HOWARD

The only thing I know is that you cheated on your wife, Bob. Now, how much is my silence worth to you?

BOB MILLER

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