CHAPTER SIX
Rey’s jaw dropped. “What the hell did he want?”
“To ask if we’re up for the challenge.”
“The challenge of playing his game or solving the murders?”
“He didn’t specify,” I said flatly, glancing back at the foursome beyond the patio. “He chuckled, too, like Vincent Price in Thriller.”
“Figures. What about his voice?”
“It sounded as if he were talking through fabric, but it seemed deep and throaty. I didn’t detect an accent.”
Rey’s mouth pulled into a taut line. “Let’s not share with Linda until later.”
Before I could reply, a sequoia of a man drew before us. “Lovely ladies, you can’t come to a party and not mingle.” A warm smile greeted us. “I’m Jethro. Let me get you drinks.” Not waiting for a response, he gently grabbed our arms and guided us to the bar where he asked a
