You got up and you ate something you couldnt taste and rubbed your gritty red eyes…and plugged right back into it.
And Henry, you have to be showered and dressed for your afternoon date. She taps her wrist. Were on a schedule.Talk about a royal cock-block.
Libby looks just as disappointed as I feel. She toys with the collar of my shirt.I nod, and she gives me a quick peck on the cheek.Behind her, someone on the beach in the distance grabs my attention. I squint, peering closer. Shes alone, in an oversized T-shirt and black leggings, doing what appears to be a martial arts routine, and looking very fine doing it. Just when I think I have this girl pegged . . .
Libby notices and turns around too.Sarah knows aikido, she says. Shes quite good.
When Vanessa ushers Libby away, I stay right there for a while longer.
Later in the afternoon I have a dog-walking, picnic date with Cordelia Ominsmitch.She had not heard from him in nearly a year—and clearly, this property was held in a trust whereby its upkeep was managed as if its owner were still alive.
Money, however, was running short, and that was why she had come. For the first few months after Ricardo and Eduardo had not been in touch, she had wondered, worried, gotten concerned about her brothers. But as more and more time passed, and disgruntled suppliers had come to her with their inquiries about the business, she started to develop a plan.If Ricardo could run a drug trade back and forth across the ocean, why could not she? And then the reality of expenses had come home to roost. Her brother had expected her to look after his various real estate holdings in South America, given that she had failed at her true calling of becoming a wife and a mother—and all that upkeep was costly. The accounts were dwindling.
No, both of her brothers were dead, and she had to do what was necessary to survive—no matter the risks.Taking a key out of her Chanel bag, she approached the ornate, old door and slid the slender, notched length into its home. A turn, a tumble, and she was…