“Well, there’s theory and then there’s practice. You’ve got to know both,” Betsy said.“I figured that out, real quick. I don’t think a s...ngle one of my professors ever gave a moment of thought to what would happen when money became meaningless,” Marge said.“I don’t think anyone did.”“You did.”“I was lucky,” Betsy said avoiding just how much she knew, how much she had figured out, and how far off some of her guesses had been.“I don’t think luck had much to do with it.”Betsy said, “Who knows?. To complete the picture; high heels of black, metal studded leather showed off her legs to great advantage.“Welcome to Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners, Miss Antiqua,” I said obsequiously.She made no reply, merely sneering contemptuously at the mention of the firm’s name and strutting up beside me; her heels producing a staccato rat-tat-tat on the floor. She looked down at me as though I was some insignificant insect then roughly pulled my seat out from the desk. She spun me around to face her. It was retribution.I miss you Mom and Dad. What did Mom use to say? I believe that I knew what she'd say. She'd often stated that she wouldn't get even; she'd get ahead. Killing Fremont wouldn't make me even, let alone put me ahead, but his untimely death was the only payback I had.I stood inside the Maui condo where we were hiding from Freemont and watched my bride outside leaning back against a beach chair. She gazed at the breaking deep blue waves as they turned into white froth when they. Bye.”“What was that ‘You’re Right’ about Rich?” asked Caroline.“That I should do this.”I picked her up and took her into the bedroom ... and the phone rang. I picked it up with Caroline still in my arms.“Hello, this is Richard O’Hara.”“Hello, Richard, this is Detective Jonas Hornicek.”“Yes, Detective, what can I help you with? Has Robbie confessed to anything?”“Actually, Richard ... he’s making accusations.”“What do you mean, accusations?”“He says you’re having an improper and illegal.