A Secret Grave 112: If Looks Could Kill


Alicia’s face was brimming with excitement as she stood before me (and my self portrait) in the corridor outside the ballroom. “What is it?” I asked.

“Emil and I went to Arkansas.”

Uh oh, I thought. Arkansas was where her rapist was. Or at least that was what Gharith had told her after a psychic vision.

“Did you see the guy?”

She gave me a smugly mischievous cat-that-swallowed-the-canary look. “We’ll just have to make a date and I’ll tell you the whole story.”

“Okay,” I said. “Can’t you just give me a little hint?”

She grinned tauntingly and began to move away in her long pink gown. “Toot-a-loo. Call me tomorrow.”


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Alicia Rossi – Mme X (Nicole Jeffords, Oil on Canvas)


How frustrating was that? Now I’d be awake all night wondering. I turned back to the bid sheet on the table. Two new contenders had signed on and the price had risen from $3900 to $4500. Well, not too shabby. I put away my glasses and headed back to the ballroom where the party was breaking up. The numbers at our table had already thinned. Graydon and his partner had departed. Betsy was off somewhere with one of the other event organizers. Emil and Alicia were fixing to leave. My husband, George, looked bored out of his mind even though I knew in the car going home he’d gossip about everyone, particularly Emil and his gambling habit which no one was supposed to know about. Janet and Malcolm were locked in conversation – curious. I sat back down so I could hear them. Under the table George gave me a slight kick, his way of saying, “Let’s get out of here, goddamn it!”


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My husband, George


Janet and Malcolm were discussing problems in the pharmaceutical industry. That made me think of Big Pharma and the stories circulating about alternative doctors who’d died or disappeared, presumably because operatives from the drug companies were after them. I’d have to ask Janet her opinion about that. Meanwhile Malcolm was saying, “This is fascinating. You should come to dinner so we can continue the conversation.” He glanced at Betsy who’d just returned to the table. “Right darling? Don’t you think we should have Janet over to the house? She’s just moved to Austin and doesn’t know very many people.”


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If looks could kill, poor Malcolm would be dead. And so would Janet, who smiled triumphantly even as her sister cut her to ribbons with her eyes.


To be continued…


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