CHAPTER 1CON was bored. If he hadn’t been he wouldn’t have prowled around the living room of their beach cottage, making more noise than the incensed roar of the waves. Below the fogged windows they shattered with nerve-jumping regularity against the sea wall. She liked the pound of the water at high tide. But she didn’t like it tonight. Not with Con bumping against chairs, shaking the floor with his tread, pretending to fix the rented radio. He was bored and she didn’t like it. He had said this would be a second honeymoon. It wasn’t. It was exactly like the first.
“We’re going to Long Beach.”
He had announced that before they were two days in Hollywood, with parties scheduled for every party hour, and Griselda wanting to show him off to all of her friends and perhaps-friends.
When she
