69A Bridgeside Terrace; Riverside"That was wonderful," Kitty Benedict sighed breathlessly as she lit a cigarette and rolled over in bed to face her lover.  "You just never cease to amaze me."

"So they say," Dane Manchester laughed as he wrapped his arm around her and drew her close.  "You were pretty outstanding, yourself."

"I aim to please," she smiled slyly and rested her head on his strong chest.  "Dane, I never believed that things could be so wonderful between us.  Do you know that I live for the few stolen nights that we share?"

"Oh, I do, too!" he exclaimed with a grin.  Of course, he really didn't, but it was more than enough of a reason to get away from his wife for a night.  Besides, Kitty was very attractive and quite the tigress in bed.

"I just wish that we could spend every night together like this."  She took a long drag off of her cigarette and exhaled slowly.  "We're so magical when we're together."

"If you say so," he muttered and then turned to look at the clock that sat on the nightstand.  "Darling, I really hate to cut this wonderful evening short, but I do have to head home.  The little wife is bound to be pacing the floors wondering where I am."

Kitty Benedict"I thought you said that she didn't matter?"  She sat up, holding the sheet to cover herself, and watched him as he slipped from her bed and began to dress.

"She doesn't," he said as he slipped on his pants and pulled on his shirt.  "But, she is my wife."

"Are you sure you need to drive in this weather?"  After stubbing out her cigarette, she reached for her peignoir, slipped it on, got out of bed, and began to follow him around the darkened bedroom.  "It's almost a blizzard out there.  I'm sure that the roads are dangerous."

"Oh, they can't be that bad."  He let out a slight chuckle and slipped on his socks and shoes.  "I'll be fine."

Kitty stood with her arms folded across her chest and watched him maneuver around the room.  As she bit her lip with apprehension, she began to wonder if she should say what was on her mind.  Should she start pressing him for something more?

"Okay, what's that look for?" Dane asked as he walked over to her and placed a gently finger under her chin.

"Darling, if you're so unhappy in your marriage..."  Her voice trailed off as she considered how she should voice her thoughts.   "If you're so unhappy with your wife, why don't you divorce her?"

Dane Manchester"Well, it's a little complicated," he sighed.  "And, besides, there's really no reason to.  I do whatever I want to.  I see whomever I want to.  It's too much trouble to go through.  The only reason I can think of to get a divorce would be if I wanted to marry someone else."  He let out a laugh at the thought.  "And, trust me, another marriage is the last thing I want.  I don't think I'm ever going to make that mistake again."

"Oh," Kitty muttered and hung her head.  "I...I can see...your point."  As she watched him slip on his coat, she thought about how charming and how handsome he was.  He had a mischievous gleam in his eye and a wicked smile that affected her in ways that she couldn't describe.  She found him very attractive.  Of course, his sizable bank account was rather alluring, as well.  "When can I see you again?"

"Soon," he nodded as he opened the door.  "We'll get together again, soon."

After the door had closed behind him, Kitty sunk down onto the bed and let out a heavy sigh.  Handsome, wealthy Dane Manchester was definitely someone she saw herself having a long, long relationship with.  However, there was only one problem---his wife!  As she lit another cigarette, Kitty began to wonder exactly what it would take to get him to leave his wife for good.


The Grand Sunset RoomReginald Callison carefully pulled open the doors to the deserted lounge.  The ballroom that had been filled to capacity with partiers only a few weeks before was now empty and dark.  He'd made certain that he'd gotten onto the elevator alone so that no one would see him ride it all the way to the top floor.  It was imperative that no one knew he was there.

As he maneuvered around the darkened lounge, he shivered slightly.  It felt unbelievably odd to be back in the room where Annabelle Lake had died.  The police's final sweep of the room for evidence had been completed only the day before.  That was the only reason he risked returning to the scene of the murder.

Had they found anything?  Had they discovered what he'd struggled so hard to keep hidden?  He immediately realized that if they had found it, all of his efforts would be for nothing.  Reginald shuddered at the potential consequences.

Reginald CallisonHe eyed the room carefully and quickly spotted the large potted plant in the corner of the room.  It was exactly where it had been the night of the party.  In fact, it appeared as if it hadn't been touched!  Had the police not thought to check every corner for clues?  Was it so far away from where the body had been found that they didn't see the correlation?

Reginald's face flooded with determination and he quickly walked over to the plant and reached down into the tiny space between the inner shell that held the plant and soil and the outer, more decorative, pot.  With a smile of satisfaction, he pulled out a long silk scarf, only slightly dirty from its hiding place.  Thank god that the police hadn't found it.  That would have ruined everything!

Suddenly, the darkness of the room was flooded with light and he jumped to his feet, still holding the scarf in his hands.

"Hello?" came the voice from the doorway.  "Who's in here?"

Reginald's eyes grew wide from shock.  He wasn't alone and he'd been caught at the scene of the murder!  How would he be able to logically explain exactly what he was doing?  How in the world could he keep the truth hidden?


1933 Lincoln BroughamGrace squinted her eyes as she tried to see the road through the blinding snow.  It seemed to be coming down even harder than it had been when she'd left home to drive to the sanitarium.  In her anxiety, she fought the urge to speed up in order to make it home faster.  She just couldn't forgive herself if she couldn't get to Douglas and get him back to the hospital in time.

She knew that their mother didn't have much time left in the world.  Her condition had clearly been deteriorating rapidly.  Along with her mental condition, she hadn't been in good physical health in years.  She just had to get to Douglas in time.

Weighing her options, she pressed down on the accelerator.  She had to hurry.

Suddenly, she felt the car lurch to the left.  Ice!  She'd hit a patch of ice!  As the car skidded, she struggled to keep it under control and let out a sigh of relief as the car returned to the road and she continued on to her destination.

Grace DavisShe leaned forward slightly, as if that simple action would help her see the road ahead.  Unfortunately, it had already snowed so much that she wasn't sure were the road ended and the countryside began.  Then, in the distance, she saw the bright glow of headlights as they reflected off of the cloud of snow that poured out of the sky.

Another sudden jerk of the car startled her and she felt the vehicle again begin to skid.  She'd hit another patch of ice!  She fought and struggled to regain control of the car, but her efforts were futile and she immediately began to panic.  As the car careened into the path of the oncoming headlights, a horrific scream tore from her chest.


Grace's world becomes more complicated.

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