Lorna Dane

East 49th Street, Manhattan, Turtle Community, Catherine Hepburn's home. Before the old lady, the two reckless girls could only lower their heads, wilted and too scared to say a word.

Catherine Hepburn, still quite angry, had just finished speaking with Lorna's aunt, Lorin Dane. The anxiety in that good woman's voice over the phone did not sound fake at all.

The hardest part had been convincing her that Lorna Dane was safe now.

That was also why Henry had not contacted Lorna's aunt himself. Compared to him, Catherine Hepburn was far more persuasive. The old lady set down the phone and looked at the stubborn tomboy. "Lorin said she'd take leave from work and catch a late-night bus. She'll reach New York the day after tomorrow. Do you know how long that trip takes?"

"About twenty hours. That's how I got here too."

"So you're proud because you know the answer? Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?"

There was no harsh scolding, only a question that struck at her heart. Lorna Dane bit her lower lip tightly and did not dare make a sound.

In truth, people often knew right from wrong. It was just that a fluke mentality, or the desire to take shortcuts, made them want to gamble. Maybe if they won, they could get something for nothing.

Fortunately, the girl still had some sense of shame. After the old lady pointed it out, she was so embarrassed she could not raise her head.

Skye, the instigator of all this, did not have it easy either. If not for her money stirring things up, she could never have tempted Lorna Dane to travel all the way from Georgia to New York.

But once money came up, Henry, who was connected to that money, could not be