CHAPTER 1THE TAXI DRIVER said, “Along here some place?”
Ramsey peered out of the window. Ahead he saw the curving drive leading up to Marcia’s place, and through the rain he could make out the dark outline of the big house on the hill. “Yes,” he said, “the next drive.”
The taxi turned, swung up the hill and stopped before the terrace. Rain bounced and spattered on the tile and Ramsey remembered the first afternoon when he’d sat on the terrace in the wind with Marcia. Light glowed through the French doors beyond and through the rain-streaked glass he saw a dim, slowly moving figure.
The driver said, “Want me to wait, Jack?”
“No.” Ramsey paid him and got out. He stood in the rain until the taxi had circled the drive back down to the highway. Then he ran across the terrace and rapped soft
