Backstage, Byron hugged his wife and Peter and Ivy and Isle all
in one cluster. "We did it!"
Isle yawned.
"You can say that again," Ivy said with a chuckle and kissed her
baby on the nose.
"Come on," Peter laughed. "Let's go home."
Chapter 23
The cyanide pill.
It was all Matthew could think of as he sat at the breakfast
table with his head in his hands. It was over. His work. His
love. His life. All gone.
Everything had been going according to plan. Or so he had
thought.
But in the final plan, Matthew had not been included. Once more
he replayed the scene that had taken place just an hour before.
Pulling into the Good Earth restaurant's parking lot, Matthew was
surprised to see an exact duplicate of his own car. Of course it
could be anyone's, but Matthew could not help but think that it
was Peter's black BMW coupe parked beside the limousine. What
were the chances of Peter happening to be here at the same time?
One in a thousand. And Peter Jones was the last person he needed
to see today. Matthew would simply ask the host to find William's
table, and ask him to come outside. They would take their
breakfast meeting elsewhere.
He parked his car at the other end of the lot and walked around
the back of the building. He went inside, looking around
cautiously. At first he had not really noticed the two Wallaby
security guards standing near the hostess station.
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