Chapter Seven
Tamara drove south to a secluded area of the bay. Along the way, Jim bored her with the story of his rise in the business world. She hardly listened, yet gave appropriate smiles and compliments that encouraged him to continue. She didn’t want him to suspect what was to come. Better he be surprised when he realized he was fatally wounded. This part always intrigued Tamara. Some men cursed, others screamed, some clutched at her as though she could reverse the damage she had done. What would Jim do?
She parked at the edge of the forest where the trees ended and the beach began. Huge Cypress limbs scraped the side of the car. Ahead of them, a pier led out into the water, reminding her of a plank on a pirate ship.
“Let’s walk along the wharf. That would be romantic, don’t you t
