Intimate Strangers [antikvár]

Chapter OneSome said there was no such thing as coincidence, but even when viewed in the hght of all that was about to happen. Sherry MacElvoy could find no other way of explaining it. A wedding invitation and a suicide note turning up on the same day. Neither sender knew the other, so if there was a hidden message in the timing, or even in the bizarre extremes of subject, it certainly wasn't coming from them.It was the middle of the afternoon and Sherry, to whom both letters were addressed, had just popped downstairs to stretch her legs and pick up her mail. After a brief chat with Bob, the porter-cum-security guard, who was trying with small success to look more important than bored, she avoided the lift again and started back up the two flights of stairs to her river-view flat. As she reached the second landing, she tore open the large white envelope addressed in artful black script. The invitation was embossed in platinum and every bit as elegant as she might have expected.1