CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Your flowers are just stunning. The colors are so intense,” I said.
Caprize beamed and motioned a teak-and-metal two seater on her small but lengthy lanai. She handed Linda and me small frosty bottles of Perrier and parked herself on the matching lounge chair opposite.
A few days ago, Linda, Rey and I had discussed the flowers Sach had mentioned viewing upon his visit here and wondered if there might be a connection to GRP. Then we decided there was probably nothing there; her love of dark red, deep purple, and near-black flowers was likely coincidental and lots of people had rose-nettle tatts on their legs. Still, the flowers had us curious, so we’d determined to view them, if no other reason but to appease curiosity. We hadn’t gotten around to it until, on the drive o
