Where the Sun Sets
Chapter One
The air was crisp and clean. The temperature was a beautiful seventy-
eight degrees. The afternoon was coming to an end and the coolness of the
evening air was drifting in from the ocean. It was the perfect weather,
the perfect atmosphere, for the annual end of the summer gathering. Simply
decorated, the yard ran into one of the many outlets of Long Island Sound on
the far side, having its other three sides edged with eight feet of cedar
privacy fencing. The green of the grass was accented by the pinks and whites
of the Oriental Lilies hanging gracefully along the fencing. There were two
oversized Mexican chimineas burning on either side of the yard and a small
Jazz band playing off to the right. To the left were both the open bar and
buffet along with two 30 pound pigs suspended over the hot coals of an open
pit. Everywhere you looked there were smiles. Everyone was thoroughly
enjoying themselves.
The rays of light from the setting sun reflected off the water's surface
giving the illusion of a thousand little sparklers burning brightly. The only
disturbance to the spectacular light show was a single small paddle boat,
resting in picturesque water. To the party guests it appeared as if the
gentleman onboard was fishing. The fishing pole was cast; the tackle box lay
open and ready for a quick change of bait. However, Billy was not so
easily misled. He saw the video camera and he knew the routine. He set off
to persuade the individual to fish elsewhere. The paparazzi were always eager
to crash a private party.
This was a private, by invite only affair for forty to fifty of Josephine
Ferrero's closest acquaintances and co-workers. In attendance were plenty of
the highest paid professionals in Hollywood. Only they weren't in
Hollywood. They were all in Connecticut and happy to be away from all the
attention for a while. Josephine had bought the resort specifically for the
privacy. Yet, even with the more than adequate living area of this shingled
roof, turn of the century, New Canaan Landmark, Josephine still had to go out
into the world and that was where they waited for her. Like a flock of
seagulls waiting for a discarded burger. There was always someone waiting
outside the fence, lurking in the street, waiting for the perfect photo.
Antonia had suggested Josephine hire Billy as a body guard. And although he
wasn't the sharpest pencil in the holder, Billy did his job with no
complaints. He wasn't hard on the eyes either. Josephine could always count on
him in the sack if, more importantly, when she felt the need.
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The air was crisp and clean. The temperature was a beautiful seventy-
eight degrees. The afternoon was coming to an end and the coolness of the
evening air was drifting in from the ocean. It was the perfect weather,
the perfect atmosphere, for the annual end of the summer gathering. Simply
decorated, the yard ran into one of the many outlets of Long Island Sound on
the far side, having its other three sides edged with eight feet of cedar
privacy fencing. The green of the grass was accented by the pinks and whites
of the Oriental Lilies hanging gracefully along the fencing. There were two
oversized Mexican chimineas burning on either side of the yard and a small
Jazz band playing off to the right. To the left were both the open bar and
buffet along with two 30 pound pigs suspended over the hot coals of an open
pit. Everywhere you looked there were smiles. Everyone was thoroughly
enjoying themselves.
The rays of light from the setting sun reflected off the water's surface
giving the illusion of a thousand little sparklers burning brightly. The only
disturbance to the spectacular light show was a single small paddle boat,
resting in picturesque water. To the party guests it appeared as if the
gentleman onboard was fishing. The fishing pole was cast; the tackle box lay
open and ready for a quick change of bait. However, Billy was not so
easily misled. He saw the video camera and he knew the routine. He set off
to persuade the individual to fish elsewhere. The paparazzi were always eager
to crash a private party.
This was a private, by invite only affair for forty to fifty of Josephine
Ferrero's closest acquaintances and co-workers. In attendance were plenty of
the highest paid professionals in Hollywood. Only they weren't in
Hollywood. They were all in Connecticut and happy to be away from all the
attention for a while. Josephine had bought the resort specifically for the
privacy. Yet, even with the more than adequate living area of this shingled
roof, turn of the century, New Canaan Landmark, Josephine still had to go out
into the world and that was where they waited for her. Like a flock of
seagulls waiting for a discarded burger. There was always someone waiting
outside the fence, lurking in the street, waiting for the perfect photo.
Antonia had suggested Josephine hire Billy as a body guard. And although he
wasn't the sharpest pencil in the holder, Billy did his job with no
complaints. He wasn't hard on the eyes either. Josephine could always count on
him in the sack if, more importantly, when she felt the need.
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