Caviar Dreams by Judy Nichols

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Your best friend's in love with a lying, scum-bag thief. How do you tell her? Because what she doesn't know could kill her. This is photographer Lisa Watson's dilemma. Lisa has always relied on her plain, overweight friend Debbie to cheer her up when she's down on her luck (which is most of the time). When Debbie falls hard for a handsome stranger named Derek. Lisa is skeptical, believing Prince Charming is more interested in Debbie's money than her kind nature. Derek may be a small-time hustler, but he has big-time plans. He intends to blackmail his wealthy lover, Robert Helton, a conservative industrialist desperate to hide his secret gay life. However, Derek's plan takes a fatal turn when Debbie is found dead in her apartment.

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He raised the glass to his lips and took a drink. It was a terrible wine, but it had served its purpose well. That remark about not having the taste for such a fine wine had been sheer genius on his part. It had gotten that backwoods hick bastard to drink the whole glass right down.

He set the wine down on the coffee table. Good God, this was tacky furniture. He couldn't wait to get out of this place. He just needed to pack up his briefcase and be on his way. Might be a good idea to take the wineglass with him. His fingerprints were all over it.

No. It was better to wash it off and put it back in the cupboard.

That done, he took one last look around the room. Everything he'd touched was wiped clean. Everything he'd brought with him he'd locked in his briefcase except for the syringe, still lodged in Derek's arm despite the convulsions. He picked up his raincoat and umbrella and headed for the door, congratulating himself on a job well done.

At that moment, he heard the scritching sound of a key in the lock and saw the doorknob move. He froze on the spot in horror.