Chapter Fourteen
Bill felt a rush of anticipation as he neared the gated entrance of Calvin Rabbe’s sprawling Spanish-colonial home. The man who lived behind this fence was very likely to be the killer who had taken a woman’s life and thrown her body into a lake. Bill was determined to find out for sure.
He had done a little research on Calvin Rabbe before driving out here. Ishtar Haynes had been right—the spoiled bastard hadn’t done a day’s honest work in his life. He’d spent his childhood and teen years getting expelled from boarding schools, then had gotten kicked out of all the best Ivy League universities without getting a degree.
Now he was living with his divorced mother in that mansion.
It figures, Bill thought.
Rabbe’s dependence on the family matriarch added to Bill’s suspic
