CHAPTER THREE
"Breakfast is ready," Pamela Lee called up the stairs.
Jeff didn't answer his wife's call., but walked down the stairs, stopping for a moment in front of a mirror to straighten his tie. At forty he already had a distinguishing streak of grey at his temples that offset his youthful-looking face. He thought that the grey was one of his rewards for being the managing editor of one of Miami's largest newspapers. His professionalism had earned him an impeccable reputation across the country, as well as in the city, a reputation he sometimes regretted.
"Hi, Honey," he greeted his wife as he entered the dining room, and looked at her admiringly.
Though ten years younger than her husband, Pamela made an almost perfect wife. She loved her husband as much as he loved her, and focus
