The PloySoon I was back home, and so was Tony. He was taking his coat off when I came inside. "How was your visit with Miss Kerr?"
Pearson must have told him. "She was anxious about our good graces," I said. "And Joe has been asking about us."
Tony nodded. "Tomorrow we can pay a proper visit."
"I'll write her at once. After luncheon, perhaps?"
"Yes, that would be good."
After changing into house clothes, I returned to my study and wrote to Josie.
Then I brought out my list and studied it again. I was beginning to see another pattern: this "business partner" of Anastasia's, who she was to marry, sounded suspiciously like Frank Pagliacci. And Frank seemed to also be Zia's lover — at least in her mind.
When a man is proven to be a kidnapper and strangler of boys, it shouldn't be surpri
