Chapter EightVikki had always considered a limousine the ultimate status symbol. One nice thing about using such luxurious transportation, however, was the fact you could double-park for hours in Manhattan and not get a ticket.
It even worked during rush hour on the Avenue of the Americas. Of course, the chauffeur that came with the onyx automobile had a lot to do with the absence of the police. Vikki hoped Roderick’s hulking form would have a more positive, persuasive effect on Daniel Webster Falkner.
Damn that man! Couldn’t he keep his investigative nose out of trouble? All right, Vikki conceded, indirectly she may have instigated this little ruckus. She had suggested to Dan that he should dig a little deeper into the scripts on the soaps. She just never thought he’d pick on Cor
