By Sue Grafton
Even if enterprise has been gradual in recent times for P.I. Kinsey Millhone, she's reluctant to tackle the case of finding Beverly Danziger's sister Elaine Boldt. it is a small topic that Beverly will be capable of deal with herself. So why is she enlisting Kinsey's companies? Beverly claims she wishes Elaine's signature on a few files in order that she will be able to acquire a small inheritance. however the complete affair does not sit down good with Kinsey. And if there is something she's realized in her line of labor, it truly is to constantly persist with your instincts… Kinsey's slump proves precise whilst she starts her inquiries into Elaine's whereabouts and discovers that the sexy widow was once final noticeable in a flashy lynx coat boarding a aircraft for Boca Raton. however the extra Kinsey searches for Elaine the extra questions she encounters. Is Elaine's disappearance tied in to the brutal homicide a number of months in the past of 1 of her bridge companions? And what occurred to Elaine's Persian cat who turns out to have additionally vanished?Things take a flip for the more severe while a stranger vandalizes the house of 1 of Elaine's pals and one other neighbor turns up murdered. along with her recognition and occupation at the line, Kinsey hazards all to discover a lacking girl and a killer who is ready within the shadows to strike back…
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Even if enterprise has been gradual in recent years for P. I. Kinsey Millhone, she's reluctant to tackle the case of finding Beverly Danziger's sister Elaine Boldt. it is a small subject that Beverly might be in a position to deal with herself. So why is she enlisting Kinsey's providers? Beverly claims she wishes Elaine's signature on a few records in order that she will gather a small inheritance.
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I better be on my way," I said. " "Do you know Elaine's other friends? " "I'm the wrong one to ask," she said. " "How'd you connect up this time? " She seemed momentarily perplexed at that, but regained her composure. "Yeah, that's right, she did. " "Yeah. An Oldsmobile Cutlass. " Pat shrugged again. "I don't know. Not long. " She became faintly irritated at that. "Wait a minute. What are you getting at? " "I'm not sure," I said mildly. "I'm just fishing around, trying to figure out what's going on.
She waved to me with her cane and I waved back. She hadn't told me much, but I was hoping she'd be able to report on what was happening here after I flew back. I drove out to the beach and sat in the parking lot with my index cards, making notes of everything I could remember about my search to this point. It took an hour and my hand was cramped, but I needed to get it down while the details were fresh. When I finished, I took my shoes off and locked the car, walking the beach. It was too hot to jog and the lack of sleep had left me torpid anyway.
I checked the list I'd made of neighboring apartments and tried the telephone number of a Robert Perreti, who apparently lived right next door. No answer. I tried the number for the neighbor on the other side, dutifully letting the phone ring ten times as the telephone company advises us. At long last, someone answered – a very old someone by the sound of her. " She sounded as if she were feeble and might want to weep. I found myself speaking loudly and carefully as though to the hearing-impaired.