Chapter Eight
The next morning, Kathrine pulled her rental car into the circular driveway of the Kingsbury Hotel. The gardens were lush with croton and hibiscus. And the hotel itself, a swat three story of coral stone topped with an earthy clay tiled roof, was barely visible behind a green wall of benjamina and palm frond. Flowers sprung up everywhere. A young man relieved her of the inconvenience of having to park her car and directed her to the client services department.
“I will be hosting a very private party,” she explained to the events planner. “There will be eight of us; five men and three women. The guest list will be quite exclusive, some will be celebrities. Discretion will be of prime importance to them. Once settled, we can not be disturbed. The affair will be catered. And I
