CHAPTER ONE
\"GO FOR IT， Trudy! Now!\"
Elizabeth Wright s cinnamon-colored Rolls， pur-
ring toward a high-profile charity benefit at Roy
Thomson Hall， dropped its stately pace， jumped two
lanes and halted precipitously. A smoke-windowed
Cadillac was forced into the rift created ahead. When
the Cadillac tried to fail back， the Rolls did the same，
weaving a skillful duel that finally forced the Cadillac
to pull up first in front of the Hail， a piece of modern
architecture near Toronto s waterfront that resem-
bled nothing so much as an overturned cut-glass salad
l?owl， in Elizabeth s view.
Inside the Rolls， Elizabeth laughed softly and com-
il plimented her chauffeur， who was an old hand at this.
i Elizabeth s companion for the evening， Kevin Long-
I field III， frowned.
， What d you do that for? We could have beaten
il \"
: Archer easy.
i In Kevin s more simple world， getting there first was
the name of the game. Elizabeth socked him with her
i devilish grin， so different from the sweet public smile
il that was pasted on a million cosmetics labels.
boy. You ll see.\"
f \"Strategy， my most desirable--not to men-
i:， Kevin was one of the
tion solvent--escorts in the city. He had a long， ele-
il gant demeanor and an eye for the main chance--a
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