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Leila into hysteria. Poison-pen letters from someone who knew her well. Who? Why? Did Sammy have any inkling?
    She grabbed the phone and dialed the office at the Spa. Let Sammy answer, she prayed. But it was Min who picked up the receiver. Sammy was away, she told Elizabeth. She was visiting her cousin somewhere near San Francisco and would be back Monday night. “You’ll see her then.” Min’s tone became curious. “You sound upset, Elizabeth. Is it something about Sammy that can’t wait?”
    It was the moment to tell Min that she was not coming. Elizabeth started to say, “Min, the district attorney . . .” Then she glanced down at Sammy’s letter. The overwhelming need to see Sammy swept over her. It was the same kind of compulsion that had sent her rushing to Leila that last fateful night. She changed the sentence. “No hurry at all, Min. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Before she went to bed, she wrote a note to William Murphy with the address and phone number of the Spa. Then she tore it up. To hell with his warning. She wasn’t a Mafia witness; she was going to visit old friends—people she loved and trusted, people who loved and cared about her. Let him think she was in East Hampton.
    He had known for months that it would be necessary to kill Elizabeth. He had lived with the ever-present knowledge of the danger that she represented, and had planned to eliminate her in New York.
    With the trial coming, her mind must be constantly reliving every moment of those last days. Inevitably, she would realize what she already knew—the fact that would seal his fate.
    There were ways to get rid of her at the Spa and make it seem to be an accident. Her death would cause less official suspicion in California than in New York. He thought about her and her habits, looking for a way.
    He consulted his watch. It was midnight in New York Sweet dreams, Elizabeth, he thought.
    Your time is running out.

Sunday,
August 30
    QUOTE FOR THE DAY:
Where is the love, beauty and truth we seek?
    â€”SHELLEY
    GOOD MORNING, DEAR GUEST!
    Welcome to another day of luxury at Cypress Point Spa.
    Besides your personalized program, we are happy to tell you that there will be special makeup classes in the women’s spa between 10 A.M. and 4 P.M. Why not fill in one of your free hours learning the enchanting secrets of the world’s most beautiful women, as taught by Madame Renford of Beverly Hills?
    Today’s guest expert in the men’s spa is famous bodybuilder Jack Richard, who will share his personal workout schedule at 4 P.M.
    The musical program after dinner is a very special one. Cellist Fione Navaralla, one of the most acclaimed new artists in England, will play selections by Ludwig van Beethoven.
    We hope all our guests will have a pleasant and pampered day. Remember, to be really beautiful we must keep our minds tranquil and free of distressing or troubling thoughts.
    Baron and Baroness Helmut von Schreiber

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    MIN’S LONGTIME CHAUFFEUR, JASON, WAS WAITING AT the passenger gate, his silver-gray uniform gleaming in the sunny terminal. He was a small man with a trim, neat build, who had been a jockey in his youth. An accident had ended his racing career, and he had been working as a stable hand when Min hired him. Elizabeth knew that, like all of Min’s people, he was intensely loyal to her. Now his leathery face broke into welcoming furrows as he saw her approach. “Miss Lange, it’s good to have you back,” he said. She wondered if, like her, he was remembering that the last time she came to the Spa she had been with Leila.
    She bent over to kiss him on the cheek. “Jason, will you cut that ‘Miss Lange’ number? You’d think I was a paying guest or something.” She noticed the discreet card in his hand with the name Alvirah Meehan on it. “You’re picking up someone else?”
    â€œJust one. I thought she’d be