Karma Comes Knocking

"Do you even know how much this plate costs?" Cleo snapped.

Dominic heard that, and it suddenly hit him. That wasn't an ashtray. He slowly stubbed out his cigarette, tossed it into the trash, and asked offhandedly, "How much?"

"Twenty dollars," Cleo shot back.

Dominic raised his eyebrows, thinking for a second that he'd misheard her.

Cleo's brows furrowed. "Take the plate and get out. Now." She sw