CHAPTER ONE<br > "GO FOR IT， Trudy! Now!"<br > Elizabeth Wright s cinnamon-colored Rolls， pur-<br > ring toward a high-profile charity benefit at Roy<br > Thomson Hall， dropped its stately pace， jumped two<br > lanes and halted precipitously. A smoke-windowed<br > Cadillac was forced into the rift created ahead. When<br > the Cadillac tried to fail back， the Rolls did the same，<br > weaving a skillful duel that finally forced the Cadillac<br > to pull up first in front of the Hail， a piece of modern<br > architecture near Toronto s waterfront that resem-<br > bled nothing so much as an overturned cut-glass salad<br > l?owl， in Elizabeth s view.<br > Inside the Rolls， Elizabeth laughed softly and com-<br >il plimented her chauffeur， who was an old hand at this.<br >i Elizabeth s companion for the evening， Kevin Long-<br >I field III， frowned.<br > ， What d you do that for? We could have beaten<br > il "<br >: Archer easy.<br >i In Kevin s more simple world， getting there first was<br > the name of the game. Elizabeth socked him with her<br > i devilish grin， so different from the sweet public smile<br > il that was pasted on a million cosmetics labels.<br > boy. You ll see."<br > f "Strategy， my most desirable--not to men-<br > i:， Kevin was one of the<br > tion solvent--escorts in the city. He had a long， ele-<br > il gant demeanor and an eye for the main chance--a<br > [<br >