The will had not been read when I did so." She lifted an eyebrow at me, and I nodded."His sons, not yours?" I asked, finishing my food, licking my fin...ers and imagining her long legs about my waist, her mouth agape with passion."Oh yes, I was his third wife. The rector was seventy-seven when he passed over. You should have seen the crowd at his burial, heard the singing, very impressive."I waited, my plate empty and my horn filling."He has, let me think," she said with a small smile, tapping. “I wouldn’t mind a vegetable garden.”“There is the old garden my grandparents had in the back. I think with some weeding it could be resurrected. I wouldn’t mind tending it so long as there’s no heavy digging involved.”They strolled outside and looked at beds with early bulbs just beginning to blossom. “This is a pretty place,” she remarked. “I’ve never been here before.”“Once we’ve seen everything we can go somewhere for lunch,” he suggested.“I’d like that,” she said.“Then we can get you two. The bar was in a more desolate area on the beach, except for other couples from the hotel going to the bar. I immediately noticed several black guys hanging out around the bar. I also noticed about three other couples at the bar as well from the hotel. Sara and I danced a few dances, and we were drinking rum and cokes. I could tell she was beginning to feeling the buzz from the drinks. As we were sitting at the bar, a big black guy came up to me and asked if he could dance with Sara. I said, "I. .. what is that smell? Did they build a tannery over night?" Pea soup, Sultry. Pea soup. I told Seven. You just found out."Sultry went out to sleep in the backhouse.The next three days were profitable, exciting, messy, infuriating."Profit's up," said Art. "Changing the evening decor has paid off big." Great," said Jack. "How about your end, Six?" Mostly with the club but sometimes guys won't take no for an answer. You gotta put more clothes on your wife." Besides that?" Three killings this.