Isle yawned.
"You can say that again," Ivy said with a chuckle and kissed her baby on the nose.
"Come on," Peter laughed. "Let's go home."
Chapter 23
The cyanide pill.
It was all Matthew could think of as he sat at the breakfast table with his head in his hands. It was over. His work. His love. His life. All gone.
Everything had been going according to plan. Or so he had thought.
But in the final plan, Matthew had not been included. Once more he replayed the scene that had taken place just an hour before.
Pulling into the Good Earth restaurant's parking lot, Matthew was surprised to see an exact duplicate of his own car. Of course it could be anyone's, but Matthew could not help but think that it was Peter's black BMW coupe parked beside the limousine. What were the chances of Peter happening to be here at the same time? One in a thousand. And Peter Jones was the last person he needed to see today. Matthew would simply ask the host to find William's table, and ask him to come outside. They would take their breakfast meeting elsewhere.
He parked his car at the other end of the lot and walked around the back of the building. He went inside, looking around cautiously. At first he had not really noticed the two Wallaby security guards standing near the hostess station. Seeing him, guards left the station and went into the restaurant.