said Holly when we walked into the club forty-five minutes later. “Abby went in to Swiffer the Camellia Room, and there it was.” She glanced down at Waffles, who wagged up at her and then gave a short woof when Joe appeared from outside. He looked slightly worse for wear: His hands were tremblin...
“It’s eight-thirty-five. Holly was supposed to text us at eight-twenty,” I said, worried. “Gianni’s so creepy!” “Even worse, I just saw his girlfriend walk into the hotel,” said Bootsie, who was facing the hotel lobby. She held up her huge tote bag. “My Breakers uniform...
It sits far back from the road, down a driveway shaded by old white birches and banked with irises and hostas. A stately old stone house built in the 1920s, with French doors and high ceilings and pretty moldings, it started out as your basic beautiful, classic home. But with the help of Howard t...