June 3, 2007
Rafe drags a hand through his hair as he listens to the beep, beep, beep echoing in his ear that eerily translates into the-recipient-of-this-call-is-out-of-the-service-area.
At least he hopes that’s all it means.
“What’s the matter?” Lisa asks, walking into the living room of their Palm Beach condo. Tropical palms frame a view of water and white sand out the wide two-story windows. Sunlight glints off her fiery-red hair.
Rafe frowns, stares down at the phone in his hand. “Pete’s not answering his cell. I checked around. No one’s seen him since the night of the auction.”
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