Area of Suspicion
“She hurried off and came back and said, “If you would come with me, sir?”She led me through the house and out to a small flagstone terrace built into an L of the house. There was a low wide wall around the other two sides. Niki, in a scanty, two-piece, terry-cloth sunsuit of bright yellow lay on a rustic chaise longue upholstered in quilted white plastic. She was in the glare of the afternoon sunlight, her body glistening with oil, and her ink-black hair piled high. She was propped up on one el...bow and she had taken off her sun glasses to smile at me.“How nice, Gevan!”I looked up the slope of the back lawn toward aspen and birch. “It’s nice here.”“That door opens into the master bedroom, and whenever we could, we’d have breakfast out here. But it doesn’t catch the morning sun, so we couldn’t really use it often. I’ll show you the whole house sometime, Gevan.”I heard myself murmuring that it would be nice. She put her sun glasses on and lay back. They were the kind that are mirrors.MoreLess
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