Chapter Forty-Nine
Clearly Doreen’s wealth was greater than Karl had realized.
They flew first class over the Pacific, Karl squirming nostalgically the whole way. Then he expected a high-rise hotel jammed with staff and guests amid a bustling tourist mecca. What they arrived at instead was small rental cottage on a secluded stretch of beach at the edge of a state park.
The sand was volcanic black, the small bar and fridge already stocked and the bed a circular, satin-sheeted wonder with a matching mirror set in the ceiling. The atmosphere was one of sybaritic eroticism and the location as private as one could ask for. Clearly romantic flings (or at least idyllic retreats) were another specialty of Nurse Drake. They settled in immediately and were cavorting naked in the turquoise water w
