Chapter 17

Enough, Stone thought, placing the paperback aside on a nearby end table. I have other things to do.

He took a quick and long drink of his cocktail, felt it numb his cheeks, and decided to see how the weather stood outside. Falling snow over Templeton wasn’t a problem, but icy roads could ruin this evening’s gathering in just a few minutes. He knew Lance had to travel the farthest distance. His nephew lived ten miles south of Plimpton in a small town called Duxton, which just happened to be nothing but farmland and one convenience store. The road between the two towns was windy with a number of hills. Most likely, he couldn’t make the book club meeting if such a road became icy and snow-covered. It wasn’t that Lance was a bad driver; it simply was just too dangerous for the young man to make the drive over.