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them?”
    “It’ll be about five minutes.”
    She went out and he opened the folder. Two left unsold: 5-A at seventy-two five, and 6-E at seventy-five. And they had been transferred from the Marliss Corporation to Investment Equities, Inc., for a total of a hundred and ten thousand, severing the last direct connection between Golden Sands and Martin Liss. No, not quite the last direct connection to be severed. That severance happened early last month, in early April when they held the meeting of all the owners in the communal dayroom on the first floor atGolden Sands. Up until the meeting, the officers and directors of the Golden Sands Association had been Martin Liss, president; Lew Traff, vice-president; Benjie Wannover, treasurer; Drusilla Bryne, secretary; and Cole Kimber, director at large.
    It made for a cozy relationship, to have a board composed of the developer; his secretary; his attorney, Lew Traff; his accountant, Benjamin Wannover; and the contractor who had built the place, Cole Kimber. It was the same team he had fielded on his other condominium projects on Fiddler Key: Captiva House, Azure Breeze and the Surf Club.
    During the period they had held office, better than a year, they had operated the association according to the provisions of the Declaration of Condominium, as drawn up by Lew Traff. They had made the contracts, set up the Association obligations, devised the rules for the owners, amending the Declaration of Condominium whenever useful or convenient.
    Prior to the April meeting, they had appointed a nominating committee, and at the meeting the owners accepted the resignations of the original five directors and voted the five new ones into office.
    The names of the new directors were in his confidential folder. They were all retired. He remembered the meeting. Three of the ablest owners, when approached by the committee prior to the meeting, had refused to serve, saying they had had enough of responsibility before retirement. And that, Martin knew, was a mistake. If the Association was well run, it would be a good place to live. If the new officers were not qualified, it would go downhill quickly. They all had a substantial investment to protect.
    He ran quickly through the names, trying to remember the faces. He had attended many of these meetings. Except for variations in size, they were all about the same. He had written theprior occupations opposite the names. McGinnity, VP and sales manager of an industrial belt company in Pennsylvania. Forrester, partner in a Cleveland ad agency. David Dow, CPA from Indianapolis. Wasniak, plant manager from Youngstown. Garver, civil engineer from Baltimore.
    Very probably he would remember the faces when they walked in. He wondered how ugly they would come on, and how well organized they would be. They had come to let off steam. And that was all it would be. Steam. Hot wet air.
    He leaned to the intercom and said, “Okay, Dru.”
    “Lew won’t be available. He’d already left for the airport. He’s meeting that man who’s coming about the claim.”
    “It’s okay. I probably won’t need him.”
    He got up and opened his office door and stood in the doorway. Soon he saw Drusilla leading the four grim-faced men through her office. She was smiling back over her shoulder, chattering about how lovely it was indeed to see them again.
    McGinnity had to be the big broad one with the red face, potato nose and shaven skull. So greet him warmly by name, shake his hand long enough to identify Wasniak as the one with the shoulders and the hair dyed rusty brown. Take a chance that Dow is the one with the glasses. Right! So the lanky and consumptive-looking one is either Forrester or Garver. Had to be Forrester. So look around and say, “Where is Mr. Garver? He couldn’t make it?”
    McGinnity was put off balance by the cordiality, trying to smile and trying not to smile. “Gus may be along later. He hasn’t been … very active. Because his wife is so