Chapter 18: Laura Monigal
Turtle Bay
Monigal Estate
4:57 P.M.
I respected people when they made appointments and kept them. Laura Monigal, the wealthy owner of Monigal Motels, Incorporated, knew that I held a seat with that group of people. I arrived at her estate on time, parked in front of her massive stucco mansion, and Baxter, Mrs. Monigal’s personal butler, greeted at its sky-reaching front doors.
Baxter, a handsome old chap with pale blue eyes and a handlebar mustache, welcome me inside. His almost-white hair had made him look astute and quite intelligent.
Like a good servant, he escorted to the mansion’s east patio, which overlooked the city of Turtle Bay and the Gulf of Mexico. The patio looked obnoxious in size and comprised of white alabaster. Steps to the far left led down
