There's more to this caper than meets the eye...
Adam Larsen, always an easy target for a damsel in distress, undertakes to find her
missing sister, who is accused of embezzlement. The firm's arrogant CEO, who has a habit
of stretching the truth, does his best to deflect the investigation. Its hostile security chief
bitterly resents Larsen's meddling.
When an anonymous phone call leads Larsen on a bone-chilling mountain trek, he
makes a grisly discovery. The missing woman has been murdered.
Why would someone want Larsen to find her body? And who ransacked the apartment
of her beautiful assistant? After someone tries to electrocute the CEO, Larsen fights his way
through a thick haze of deception.
And there's still the matter of the missing money...
A Peek Inside:
The phone rang. Diana padded across the room to the little table in the corner. Normally,
when the phone rang during a staff meeting, Diana just took a message. This time, she turned to
me with a puzzled look on her face.
"I think you'd better take this one. It's rather peculiar. Somebody who speaks in a hushed
voice and insists that this is an emergency."
"This sounds intriguing." I crossed the room and took the receiver. "This is Adam
Larsen."
A whispered voice spoke rapidly: "If you want to find Alice Bryant, try digging at the
Pavilion Point on Leavenworth Mountain overlooking Georgetown."
"Pavilion Point? What is—"
The line went dead.
Diana looked worried. "Is anything wrong?"
I set the receiver back in its cradle. "That, my friends, was an anonymous phone call.
Have any of you ever heard of a place called Pavilion Point?"
"No," said Maurice, "but I have a feeling we're about to. Is it animal or vegetable?"
"Neither. It's allegedly located in the mountains near Georgetown. Someone thinks it's a
good place to hide a dead body."
"What?"
I shrugged. "Supposedly, Alice Bryant is buried there. On Leavenworth Mountain up
near Georgetown."
Maurice shifted his eyes between Diana and me, and then broke out into a wide grin.
"This is a gag, right? One of those Adam Larsen trademark pranks?"
"What are you talking about?" Diana bristled. "I fail to see any humor in—"
"Oh, come on! Here we are, talking about how to find a missing body and, at just the
right time, the phone rings and someone offers us directions to where we can find the stiff?"
Diana's set her face stubbornly. "Maurice, I have no idea what you're talking about. How
could one of us make the phone ring while we're both sitting here?"
"You could—I don't know. Maybe you arranged with someone to call at exactly—"
Both Diana and I shook our heads solemnly. The grin faded as his eyes darted from
Diana to me and back to her again.
"You mean this isn't a prank?"
"If so, it's someone else's prank," I said. "I have no idea what Pavilion Point is. Nor
where to find Leavenworth Mountain."
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