Kevin Larson swam in his pool nearly every morning. Going on sixty-five, he prided himself on being in good shape.
Walking toward the small pool house, off to the left of the pool, he noticed a light was on. He was certain he turned it off the night before. Strange, he thought.
Even stranger, lying in a different sort of pool—blood—was his long time friend and lover, fashion designer Andre Yellen. Yellen was stuffed into one of the gowns he had designed and a wearing a blond wig.
The gown had been auctioned off the night before at a huge Hamptons fundraiser.
People in the Hamptons were certainly dying to be beautiful.
Dying To Be Beautiful