CHAPTER 6SHE LIVED IN a big white house overlooking the gulf. There were a swimming pool, a tennis court, a caretaker’s cottage, a private beach and a dock, acres of lawn dotted with shrubbery, a big garage containing a Jeep and a new Buick station wagon. Ramsey parked the Packard in a curving drive beside a flagstone walk and they moved across the grass to a wind-swept terrace. The gulf stretched blue-green below them and far out against the sky two black oil tankers rolled slowly toward the harbor.
She said, “Excuse me, Rack.” Her high heels clicked over the tile and she disappeared through a pair of French doors.
He sat in a deep canvas chair and gazed out over the gulf. Presently he lit a cigarette, cupping the match flame against the wind, and stretched out his long legs. There was
