The Other Extreme [antikvár]

PrologueThursday, November 1 Tango Key, FloridaJay Hutchin watched them as they strolled down the dimly lit street, arms around each other, faces as close together as an envelope and a postage stamp. His chest went tight, his throat dried up. He felt as if he might choke.He sat low in the driver's seat of his wife's Toyota, grateful for the shadows that concealed him. The car was parked in a crowded lot across the street from the restaurant Diane had entered an hour ago. She'd gone in alone and had come out with this man, who must have been waiting for her inside.I'll be staying at the Peninsula, she'd told him over the phone earlier today. My manager's in town, we'll have dinner, I'll be back at the Peninsula Motel by midnight. Cabin thirteen. Even though Hutchin hadn't seen this man's face, he knew he wasn't her manager. He had seen photos of her manager, one of the Hollywood power brokers who was