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     Elliot Benjamin was an egomaniac for all seasons, constitutionally ill-equipped to live the less-than-aristocratic life of the average Joe and Josephine. He continued reading the note from his most recent victim, Constance Winthrop, President of the Palm Springs California Rolls-Royce Owners Club. Again, he smiled triumphantly. Then, his body stiffened abruptly, his face transforming into a boneless collapse, a look of disbelief. He slowly shook his head, biting his lower lip. His eyes flared wide as he struggled to contain himself. “No, hell no,” he croaked in a dead, flat voice, barely audible, a wild-eyed, desperate look on his face. 

   He suddenly realized that his “victim, ” Constance Winthrop, had an agenda of her own . . .

The Rolls Royce Club

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