Aunt Janet looked at her plate.
Darren’s jaw moved.
Then his phone rang.
He looked down, and the name on the screen made him flinch.
Martin Hatch.
I knew that name.
Not well. Enough. Regional director for Valley Crest. Eastbridge had asked me three weeks earlier whether I knew anyone inside the retail arm who had floor experience and wasn’t allergic to computers.continue reading …
