If it had to be poison, Europe was a better place to kill him than at home. The authorities there wouldn’t care much about what happened to some American tourist, and wouldn’t even bother to do a lot of tests on the body if the grieving widow didn’t demand it. He could be buried abroad. No, cremated. She would have Paul cremated.
Paul caught up with her, and put his arm around her waist. “I’m just saying we could have a pretty good time right here with all that money.”
She looked at him, her eyes wide and her smile comfortable and sure. “Spain is one of the most romantic countries in the world. I promise that I won’t give you enough time to get homesick.”
Paul grinned and kissed her behind the ear. “I love you.”
It was absolutely no use trying to get her to abandon this trip. He would have to go to Spain and try to figure out the best way to kill her there without getting caught.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46