After she got rid of Brenda, Yvonne enjoyed her two scotches, then ordered room service. If her butler was surprised by the three-course dinner and the bottle of Pinot Noir the supposedly grieving widow ordered, he did not show it. With an appropriately subdued manner as he served, he reminded her that if she wanted anything at all he would be at her service throughout the night.
She was thankful that the butler had removed the meal cart minutes before the Captain and Chaplain Baker came to speak to her. As she listened to the Captain explain why they would not go back and search for Roger, she was concerned that the scotches might have made her eyes red. But then she relaxed. I’m a grieving widow. My eyes should be red. And if having a few scotches is helping me cope with my tragedy, who would criticize me?
After they left, as she took a last sip, Yvonne started to think of the future. Granted, she would have the five-million-dollar insurance policy, but how long would that last? The Park Avenue apartment and the house in East Hampton were mortgage-free, but they would surely be seized if Roger’s theft was discovered. And given the luxurious lifestyle she enjoyed, five million dollars wouldn’t go very far.
As she sipped the velvety smooth wine, Yvonne began to consider what options might be available to her. It was clear that Lady Em was going to begin that outside audit as soon as she got home. Was there any way to stop her? After all, the Cleopatra necklace had a curse on it. “Whoever brings this necklace on the sea will not live to reach shore.” She smirked when she wondered if Lady Em, like her late husband, enjoyed sitting on the railing of her deck.
For a long time, she continued to mull over possible solutions to her problems. It was easy enough to get rid of Roger.
Would it be easy enough to get rid of Lady Em as well?