“He always was the careless type,” Vida asserted. “I don’t think I know him,” Mitch murmured. “The Widow Rafferty’s dad, right?” Leo said. “Dumb stunt if he was on a pole in this weather,” Kip remarked. “That creep hit on me once,” Amanda declared. “A bad habit of his,” I noted—and wished I’d kep...
Vida repeated. “Yes, of course, she was Tricia’s maid of honor. A slim, dark-haired girl with a bit of a wild streak. Nice-looking in an exotic sort of way. She had a great deal of nervous energy, unable to stay still for very long. I recall stopping by the ski lodge reception desk when she worke...