Page 103 of Deadly Misfortunes

Then Sascha said, “Oh, hey, Kat. Yeah, I wondered if any of you could get a vision of a woman, the girlfriend of a guy named Brendan.” She still cuddled with Gregory, feeling like she really was a mermaid, her red hair floating around them. “Talking to Kat,” she told Gregory.

He kissed her.

“I’ll see if any of us can come up with anything,” Kat said.

Then Sascha filled her in on more details about the whole situation.

“Wow, so maybe you’re learning who is behind all this.”

“We just need to know what Brendan’s alias is. I’ll send you a photo of him and his ex-girlfriend once we’re out of the pool. Talk to you later.”

“Have fun.”

“You know we are.” Then Sascha said to Gregory, “The ladies will try to envision what they can. They’ll ask Uncle Jimmy too.”

“Good. We need as many people as we can get on this.”

Sascha rubbed against him. “I know we didn’t swim very long or play much, but are you ready to go to bed?”

Even though the days were hot, the nights were cooling down and she was feeling a little chilled, even in the heated pool.

“Yeah, I’m always ready.”

They swam toward the stairs and then got out. Omar and Henry followed them inside.

“Where’s Red?” Sascha asked. He seemed to like to wander the property, but she hadn’t seen him at all tonight.

Omar said, “He had something that disagreed with him so he’s in one of the guest rooms in the bathroom.”

“Oh, nothing we ate here though,” Sascha said.

“No. He ran out for a little while when Mr. Landry was at work and grabbed a bite to eat, but I guess it bit back,” Omar said.

“Does he need to see a doctor?” Gregory asked, taking the situation seriously.

“I asked him, but he said he doesn’t. He just needs to stay near the bathroom.”

“All right. Well, if he gets dehydrated or runs a fever, have him tell one of the staff and they’ll run him to the hospital,” Gregory said.

“Okay, I’ll check on him in a bit,” Omar said.

Then Gregory and Sascha walked up the stairs to the bedroom, wrapped in heated terrycloth robes.

They showered, dried off, and ended up in bed.

“Who all knew Raymond was taking the limo out when the truck crashed into us?” Sascha asked.

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Gregory wasn’t following Sascha’s question about the night he had sent Raymond to fetch her in his limo. “Everyone at the party. Well, some, anyway. Most were busy drinking, eating, talking, and probably didn’t see me ask Raymond to pick you up.”

“Stephanie did.”

Gregory raised his brows as he lay curled up with Sascha in bed. “You think she’s the one who ran into the limo?”

“No, because it would have to be someone who thought you were in the limo, since he tried to kill you before when you were alone. So anyone at your party would have known.”

Gregory was confused. “So that would let all the partygoers off the hook.”