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