CHAPTER 16“Mitzi,” the wire spoke in Rina’s voice, “a bourbon on the rocks for Mister Jefferson.”
“Make it high tide, Mitzi.” The manager of the Old Plantation sounded as if he were giving orders to a barman.
“I’m sorry,” the maid was apologetic, “I do not know if we have—”
“Cover the rocks,” Jefferson explained. “Plenty of whisky. I need it.”
“Oh…oh yes, certainly… I will fix…” Mitzi’s voice trailed away.
A door closed, then for a moment there was nothing but the surface noise of the playback apparatus.
Don massaged his throat, asking himself if he had been half choked to death merely to prevent him from eavesdropping on the crisis in the Baskoulos ménage. Was it possible that this emotional blowup had any connection with Lois Anderson’s murder, with Timmy Forde’s kidnapping? The on
