By Sidney Sheldon
Persistent respected by way of presidents and kings, a fortune unsurpassed by means of few humans in the world: all that ended for Harry Stanford the day he mysteriously-and fatally-plunged from his luxurious yacht into the Mediterranean Sea. Then, again domestic in Boston, because the family members gathers to grieve for his reminiscence and to battle over his legacy, a stunningly attractive younger girl seems. She claims to be Stanford's long-lost daughter and entitled to her proportion of his property. Now, flaming with intrigue and fervour throughout the glamorous preserves of the world's great wealthy, the last word online game of wits starts, for stakes too awesome and lethal to visualize.
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Find out if anyone saw or heard anything and if any members of the family had contact with the staff. Talk to all shifts. Drag them out of bed if you have to. ” I wondered if the police footwork would ferret out any useful information. Should the killer prove to be even half as elusive as the kanji, Renna’s efforts would lead nowhere. “Good. Next, bring me the hotel bill, luggage, and a computer printout of any calls in or out. Order a full workup on the rooms for prints and fiber and get onto the Japanese consulate for a list of any friends the vics might have in town, the state, the country.
Good to hear,” he said. “Good and bad. ” He nodded unhappily. ” “Not promising, I know. But I signed on for the full tour. ” “No. M. WHEN the knock came, I was whipping up some scrambled eggs and toast while listening to Zen II, an early album by Katsuya Yokoyama, one of Japan’s bamboo flute virtuosos. In this piece he played soulful tunes with a knowing calm. In others he stretched his notes to the throaty hoarseness of a mountain wind. He could make the shakuhachi wail or mourn, his inflection teetering on the edge, straining for a hard truth.
There was something in his stride, but no, he wasn’t law enforcement. Summers set down the binoculars and picked up his camera. He adjusted the range of the telephoto lens and captured several shots of the new guy. This time he noticed the HT, and the hairs on the back of his neck rose. Japanese ball cap? Bad news. But just the kind of news he was charged with discovering—and defusing. That was the beauty of Soga. With deep-cover surveillance on site after the kill, no one could trip them up. Summers trained his camera on the new man’s car and snapped a close-up of the license plate, several of the Cutlass, then called in the number.