CHAPTER 12
“Okay, everyone, I have an announcement, particularly for the floor staff,” barked the haughty Mr. Hill, owner of Hilltop. “As you should already know, Mr. Brockett has chartered Hilltop for a funeral luncheon today. Please try to keep our guests from wandering off into our banquet rooms; our new fixtures are being wired, and the rooms are hardly presentable. Carry on.”
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Billy Crawford finished adjusting his perfectly knotted somber gray silk tie. He was disappointed that his chum, Joan Crawford, was pleading a cold and wouldn’t be attending the funeral after all. At least, with her, it would have been fun. They’d become friends back when cranking out silent movies, back when he was a successful matinee idol and she an ambitious starlet. Amused at having the same last
