Chapter 12Trapping a killer wasn’t usually accomplished with champagne, but a pretense must be maintained if he was going to achieve his desired goal. And so, the bubbly was chilled, several bottles on ice as the clock turned to five o’clock. Noah stood in the Medusa Lounge eagerly, though nervously, awaiting his guests. He’d stashed under his host station the medical files he’d read all afternoon, drifting off mid-afternoon for a needed nap.
Moments ago he had gone into the manager’s office to retrieve a stack of The Serpent and the Sea hardcovers from the boxes. The books were now set up along the bar as though on the hot releases shelf at a local bookstore. Might as well provide a party favor for all those who ventured out on this stormy day. To understand what was going on today, it h
