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Chapters (26)
  1. Books by Fern Michaels
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Epilogue
  22. Teaser chapter
  23. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  24. SWEET VENGEANCE
  25. DEEP HARBOR
  26. SAFE AND SOUND

“I can’t help you. And the reason I can’t help you is that I wasn’t here when Cosmo was shot. I was on my way to Reno. I’ve talked to the police ad nauseam. I call the hospital every day for an update, and they say the same thing—Cosmo is holding his own. I called Gentry Lomax the minute I heard. He manages Happy Village. Ironically, he wasn’t on-site that day either. Other than that, there is nothing more for me to tell you. I wish I could tell you something. I can offer a suggestion. Talk to Lionel, Cosmo’s version of security at Happy Village. He has an ear to the underground, and he might come up with something. Look, I really have to leave now. If you want to come back and talk at length, ask Crystal to make an appointment for you. It was nice meeting you all. I always enjoy meeting Cosmo’s friends. Please, give Elizabeth my regards.”

There was nothing the gang could do but follow Meadows to the door, where he quickly ushered them out. “I’ll be along in a minute. I have to gather up some paperwork to take to the meeting. Since you found your way here, I’m sure you can find your way back.”

And that was the end of that.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

A 1965 Mustang with more rust than paint on its chassis slid into a parking spot outside the clubhouse of Happy Village, its engine purring like a contented tabby cat. It was a totally rebuilt engine that Lionel Lewis and his friends in the Cavaliers had worked on for over a year, with the bulk of the parts coming from the graveyard of junked cars. It was unclear if the original paint job was red or blue, or possibly green. The reason Lionel left the ratty-looking exterior as it was was so that no one would want to steal the classic car.

Lionel Lewis stepped out from behind the wheel, his three best friends following from the back and passenger side. “Looks like we got here first,” Lionel said as he mopped at the perspiration building on his forehead. “Dom, go on in and turn on the A/C,” he said, addressing the friend who’d been sitting in the passenger seat. Lionel tossed him a set of keys. “Eddie, you and Nick stay right here until Mr. Cricket’s people arrive. I see Gentry Lomax heading this way, and I want to head him off before he does something stupid. Go!”