Chapter One
"NO, I'M NOT there yet." Lucinda Belvedere winced into her cell phone, wryly noting how much
her phone conversation with her client, Eugenia Sampson, resembled her pillow talk with her last
bed partner.
"Where in Florida are you?" Eugenia asked.
"I'm just leaving Fort Myers, so I'll be on Captiva Island within the hour. The weather's nice."
Lucinda glanced up at the postcard perfect sky, wishing she could have afforded to rent a
convertible for this surveillance job. But a private investigator had to be prepared to live in her
vehicle. Her five year old mini SUV, with a nondescript beigy gold paint job, allowed her to blend
in with traffic, while offering plenty of space for storing clothes, wigs and other props and for
sleeping on the air mattress she kept in the floorboard for emergencies. Besides, a car rental
would eat a big hole in he ...
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