“Well then, she’s what you would call a dead ringer for her. And what does the V stand for?” Veronica added before she dismissed the subject and reached over to answer the second knock at the door. Cameron Hardwick filled the doorway.

“Hello, ladies.”

“Our first guest,” Veronica cried. “Do come in.”

“Hi, Cameron,” Regan said as she stuffed the faxes back into the envelope. Opening the top drawer of the dresser, she dropped it inside as she silently wished she had time to study it now. I won’t be able to get back to it until after dinner, she thought anxiously.

“Look, Regan, Cameron brought us a box of chocolates. Isn’t that thoughtful?”

“Oh yes, how nice,” Regan said as she remembered the last time a guy had presented her with chocolates. An old boyfriend from New York, he’d flown to Los Angeles for a business meeting. Only later did she learn that the chocolates were a giveaway to first-class passengers on Trans America Airlines.

Everyone knows there are people who recycle wedding gifts, Regan thought as she plucked what she hoped was a chocolate-covered caramel from the corner pocket of Cameron’s offering and popped it in her mouth. Why not chocolates? But as she chewed the creamy confection, a nervous pit grew in her stomach. Val and Cameron have both been placed in Greece and neither one of them has owned up to it. Why? But Veronica could be wrong. So could Violet. I’m going to have to find out what town Violet Cohn was in, Regan thought. And I can’t wait to call Livingston. Of course, even if Val and Cameron were both there, that still doesn’t mean they did anything wrong.

She looked out at the deck where the waiter was pulling a tray of hors d’oeuvres from the oven, then took a deep breath as she remembered that Val had also been at Llewellyn Hall when Penelope was poisoned.

“Boy, this place is swank,” Mario’s voice boomed as he and Immaculata caught their first glimpse of the Camelot Suite. “Honey, if we ever win the lottery, we’ll have to take another cruise and book this suite.”

“First we have to put some money away for the children’s educations, Mario. But then we could take the whole family away with us. Wouldn’t that be great?” Immaculata’s eyes sparkled at the prospect.

Regan joined them. “You could have the rest of the family stay in the suite across the hall, then you’d have the whole area to yourself. So how about that, Mario?”

Mario laughed as he put his arm around Immaculata. “Now don’t go giving my wife ideas. So there’s just one other suite up here, huh?”