Free Murdered in Argentina: A Jack Trout Cozy Mystery by Dianne Harman Page A

best I can.”
    “I agree. You need to get some sleep, but first I need to ask you something.”
    “Shoot,” he said as he laid back down in bed.
    “Remember when you and Ray were talking about his business when we were having dinner with Lisa and Ray in Puerto Montt? He was talking about a competitor who had taken away several customers of his. Do you remember the name of the company Ray mentioned?”
    Jack was quiet for several moments. “I can almost see the name in my mind. Give me a minute. He said something about the company being relatively new, and they had a lot of hot shot graphic people working for them, but he didn’t think any of them were as good as Kevin.”
    “That’s right. I remember that part, because when I met Kevin that conversation came back to me.”
    Jack clicked his fingers. “The name of the company is WrapAround Graphics. I thought at the time it sounded like it would be plastic wrap. Yes, that’s definitely the name of the company. I know I’m changing the subject, but I wonder if Lisa still wants her coffee at eight-thirty tomorrow morning.”
    “You have other things to do. No need to arrange for that. I’ll take care of it. Actually, I might still take her to San Martin. Maybe some retail spending therapy will help. Anyway, with the time difference, I can’t call Wraparound until at least one or two tomorrow afternoon. Good night, Jack. I love you,” she said as she got into bed and turned off the light.
     

CHAPTER 15
     
    The next morning Carola woke up when she heard Jack in the shower. She quickly dressed and was waiting when he came out of the bathroom.
    “Good grief, Carola, the only time I’ve ever seen you up this early is when you’re preparing lunches for my guide trips in Northern California, and you know you don’t have to cook here. Have a hard time sleeping last night, sweetheart?” he asked as he got dressed.
    “My mind was whirling. There is so much I have to do today. While you were in the bathroom, I made a list, so I won’t forget something. I’m going downstairs with you and have a much needed cup of tea, and then I’ll bring a cup of coffee up to Lisa. I need to talk to her. She must know if Ray had a will and if he’s made any provisions for who he wanted to take over the company if anything happened to him. I also wonder if he’s been married before, and if he had any children or other relatives. They need to be notified. After we get back from San Martin, I want to call WrapAround Graphics and see what I can find out from them.”
    “Thanks for taking care of all of those things,” Jack said. “I wish I could help you, but I need to be with Ray’s guests. As I mentioned last night, he’s paid in full for all of them, and they might as well have a good fishing experience in spite of what happened to Ray.”
    “If one of them did it, you’d think they’d feel a little guilty about killing Ray and then letting him pay for their fishing.”
    “Think you’ve got the cart before the horse, Carola. We really don’t have a clue who did it. Maybe it was someone who walked into the lodge and had a grudge against an American. Who knows? Anyway, I’m ready to go downstairs I’ll see you tonight. Good luck sleuthing.”
    *****
    An hour later Carola knocked on Lisa’s door. She heard Lisa ask, “Who is it?”
    “It’s Carola, Lisa. I thought you could use a cup of coffee.”
    Lisa opened the door and Carola had to stop herself from saying anything. Lisa looked like she’d aged ten years overnight. Her face was haggard and blotchy from crying. She wore no make-up and black circles ringed her eyes. “Thank you, Carola. I couldn’t bring myself to go downstairs and face everyone. I think I’ll skip my yoga and exercises this morning. I’m just not up to it.”
    Carola closed the door behind her, walked over to a nearby table, and put the cup of coffee on it. “Lisa, I’d like to talk to you for a few minutes. We have plenty of time before