Chapter 13

“All right. When you get there, tell the hostess that you’re meeting Mr. Alexander.”

“Mr. Alexander. Is that a first or last name?”

“Last,” Dave answered.

“Does he have a first name?”

“Yes, but he’ll tell you himself.”

“I see.”

“Then we’ll meet you Wednesday at six.” The line went dead.

Hmm, someone wants to hire me? That could be interesting.

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Wednesday night right at six Cam walked into the little Italian family restaurant. It was on the corner of the block and took up most of the ground floor of the entire structure. She scanned the clientele as she approached the hostess.

The hostess guided her to a small table where a young man was seated with his back to the wall. He looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties, close to Cam’s age. He had dark brown hair perfectly groomed. His suit looked like designer quality.