Chapter One

Fifteen minutes before the plane crashed, I removed my boss’s hand off of my bare knee.

Again.

“Diana,” the man next to me said, sighing my name in drunken happiness. “Thass a lovely name.” A hiccup punctuated the thought. “Who were you named after? The prinshess?”

“Nope,” I said, edging back against my seat and hoping he’d get the hint when I plucked his hand off my knee and put it back on his. “Wonder Woman. So what made you decide to move to Bermuda, Mr. Wingarde?” I decided a topic change might be for the best.

It seemed I was the only one that thought so. “You’re a lovely woman, Diana,” Mr. Wingarde slurred, leaning over me and sloshing some of his martini on my blouse (and probably on purpose). “What say we kick these chairs back and join the mile high club?”

Gross. I gave him an uneasy smile and glanced over at the stewardess nearby. At least she was ignoring us. Given that this was Mr. Wingarde’s private jet, I had no doubt that she’d seen this kind of thing before. “Gosh, Mr. Wingarde,” I said, faking cheerful ignorance. “We’ve just got so much work to do. Look at all these wonderful houses I’ve selected for you to review.” I shoved the print-outs under his nose and pointed at the first one. “See? This one’s a lovely 5 bedroom, 3 bath on the beach. It’s got a sun-room and central air and is nicely isolated from the rest of the neighborhood. I think you’d really like it...”