C48 Eva’s Suspicions

The time was twenty minutes past nine. Brett regarded Eva's face as he fixed a highball cocktail. It jolted him to see how much she had changed. This night, she wore an immaculate lemon-colored blouse and bottle green slacks that clung to her body and set off her figure.

But Brett was looking pasts that. Eva had lost weight. Her face was drawn, cold, and granite hard