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Chapters (68)
  1. PROLOGUE
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. Chapter 49
  51. Chapter 50
  52. Chapter 51
  53. Chapter 52
  54. Chapter 53
  55. Chapter 54
  56. Chapter 55
  57. Chapter 56
  58. Chapter 57
  59. Chapter 58
  60. Chapter 59
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Chapter 61
  63. Chapter 62
  64. Chapter 63
  65. Chapter 64
  66. Chapter 65
  67. Chapter 66
  68. About the Author

He went into his private office, settled at his desk, and wearily rubbed his head. Athena Popolous had been in the Bull and Bear on the night she disappeared. Did she write in the matchbook that night, or had it been in her pocket for months? Were the letters someone’s initials and a meeting time? Was it part of a license plate?

Somehow Livingston felt that this information was related to her disappearance and death.

Chapter 25

AT SEA

VERONICA SCOOPED UP the Daily Program from the dresser and sat down on her bed. “Regan, we must hurry and decide what activities we will join today. It’s five before eleven, and there are several here that start at eleven o’clock.”

“What are the choices, Veronica?” Regan asked as she thought longingly of relaxing downstairs in a deck chair by the pool, reading a book and observing the activities of her fellow inhabitants of this microcosm known as the Queen Guinevere.

“Well, let’s see. There’s a bridge lecture which doesn’t interest me, a computer lecture which would do me no good . . . how to detect the early stages of plantar’s warts as taught by a podiatrist . . . certainly not before lunch. Aha! Here we go. A financial planning seminar about the different styles of money management. As Sir Gilbert used to say, money can’t buy you happiness, but at least it pays for everything else.” Veronica laughed and jumped up, reaching for her hair spray.

“I really don’t know that much about money matters. Philip has hired an accountant for me who balances my checkbook. But it’s high time I learned a bit more. Besides, this is probably one of the few lectures that will attract more men than women.”

“The truth comes out, Veronica,” Regan teased as she opened the terrace door and squinted at the brilliant sunlight.

“Ah, yes, well . . . afterward we can have lunch out on the Lido Deck and then proceed to the psychic’s session,” Veronica continued. “I’ve had my chart done several times by various astrologers and I always welcome a new voice to predict my future. And then of course there’s a bingo game at four-thirty in the Knights Lounge.”