Chapter 15

“To the practice area.”

Oh.“Isn’t it closed?”

The Englishman gave a quick look at his watch—an Ademars Piguet, Reggie noticed with a little envy.

“It closes in twenty minutes or so. That will be enough time to show you what I want to.”

Reggie felt even more agitated. And also stoked, verystoked. Everything was so magical: he felt like a bum transformed into someone else as if by magic. Eliza Doolittle with a golf club.

Okay, he was a young man, not a charming lady, but the scenario was the same, more or less…

They reached the practice area in a few minutes. Russell parked across the green and jumped out. Reggie followed without ever looking away from him.

“Hey, Joe,” the Englishman called to the man at reception, who had a mustache that would make Wyatt Earp envious.

“Good evening, Mr. Lee,” Joe answered.

For real, everybody knows him, Reggie thought, smiling.

“Can we hit a couple of putts?” Russell asked, heading for the putting green without waiting for an answer.