183 Continued from previous page... Myles and Belinda had talked enough. As their final sentences started trailing off into relative obscurity, they both could sense what…
182 Continued from page 178... Friday, September 24th, 1988, 4:18 P.M. Myles couldn't let go. He held onto Belinda so tightly, he thought he…
181 Continued from previous page... Joey Polniaczek sliced into his 10 oz. filet mignon with slow precision. He proceeded to hold the cut piece of meat…
180 Continued from previous page... It was crunch time. Before this critical moment, Jennifer had never been involved in such an elaborate scheme in her entire…
179 Friday, March 5th, 1987, 6:11 P.M. The atmosphere inside the Musso and Frank Grill on Hollywood Blvd. was alive and buzzing. It was early in…
178 Continued from previous page... Friday, September 24th, 1988, 4:05 P.M. Belinda sat in the passenger seat of Jane's recently purchased, fire red, 1988…
177 Continued from previous page... Kathy strolled down her stone pathway towards the front gate with a strange sort of confidence in her walk. It was…
176 Continued from previous page... "Belinda, there's no conspiracy going on here," said Kathy. "It's not what you think." "Yeah, you're imagining things, Babe," added Gina.…
175 Continued from previous page... Kathy slowly ambled her way over to the bar and sat down in one of the barstools. She held her drink…
174 Continued from previous page... Belinda was not about to accept this is any way, shape or form. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no," she began.…