“But she was closing in on seventy now. Her figure had been transformed into a gaunt, unnaturally proportioned caricature of a Hollywood starlet. The too-short, too-snug dress, the high heels, and her strawlike blond hair added to the overall sense of wrongness. The smoking certainly hadn’t helped, Daphne thought. Gillian’s face had a hollow cast and an unhealthy color that no amount of cosmetic surgery could conceal. “Sure, I remember Carl Seavers,” Gillian said. She snorted. “He was th...e office star. A young hotshot. The other brokers hated his guts because he always picked the winners. Made everyone else look bad, y’know? But he died a long time ago. Murdered along with a woman who worked in the office. Sharon something. Why are you two interested in him?” Daphne looked at Abe and waited for him to take the lead. They had agreed on their cover story before arriving at the restaurant to interview Gillian.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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