WHEN VICKI ARRIVED BACK IN TAMPA THE NEXT day, she went directly to John Quayle’s office to see if he had any news of Amos Tytell. The office was closed. She found a taxi and drove to the Curtins’.
Nina and Louise were in a flurry of packing for their Havana trip, trying to decide which dresses they would need for the various things they planned to do.
They both burst out in a torrent of excited babble when Vicki entered the room.
“Look, Vic. Which evening dress do you think looks better? The green or the white?”
“Just look at this lovely new bathing suit I bought at the shop today!”
“You’d better start your own packing, Vic. Daddy plans on leaving bright and early in the morning.”
Vicki had to smile at their enthusiasm, but her pleasure in the projected trip to Cuba was dampened by
