Chapter 11On Monday evening, Chris and I arrived at Jelly’s yacht for dinner. He had told Chris on Wednesday that he wanted to talk about a project that Walt was enthused about. We knew what it was, because Walt had sent her a script two months ago that he asked her to read. Walt had arrived in St. Lucia on Saturday. We were shown to the salon on the top deck.
Tamra Jellerino, Jelly’s wife, was a tall woman, not much older than me, but with a style that left us all in the dust. She looked like a top-class model. You could tell right away that she used Jelly’s money to her full advantage. If you saw her around the island, you probably wouldn’t link her with Jelly. She stood out by herself. Of course, if you saw Chris by herself, you wouldn’t link her with me, either.
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