HUNTER, I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to talk with me.” Paula Hunter had short dark hair she wore in a sleek bob around her face. Her smile was soft and elegant. Her clothes were Audrey Hepburn chic from her slimming dark capri pants to her crisp white collared shirt. She was the picture of class and understated beauty. A modern day Jackie O. Gabby felt like an ungainly elephant in her presence. In her defense, she had to imagine most woman would feel the same. She had been much easier to locate than Cheryl since her name and number were actually listed in the local phone directory. She was still Mrs. Paula Hunter after all these years. She lived in the same home she’d purchased for herself after the divorce. With a generous divorce settlement plus an inheritance from her mother, she lived comfortably in the upscale Connecticut neighborhood. “I was surprised to receive your call.
