Luckily the very same overheard conversation had provided other priceless information.
There was trouble up there in paradise, so much so that the smitten lovers were making contingency plans. They had actually spoken of leaving the estate! They were considering retreating to the piddling little house Marsh owned – or was probably still paying off. Once they were out from under Frank Mitchell’s security umbrella…
“Oh baby, you’re going to get it then!” Al murmured to himself. He put out his cigar in the ashtray of the nondescript work van he was driving. The last turn was coming up.
Al had been spying on his stepdaughter and her friends long enough that in the weeks since that scene on the patio he’d seen through their surface civility. Before that his prey had been uneasy. Now she was
