Chapter 5

“You. I’m your date. The asker always has to provide transportation.”

Neil snorted. “If you say so. If I remember right, the barbecue starts at five. I’ll pick you up at four-thirty?”

“Works for me. I’ll wear my bib-overalls and a straw hat.”

“Don’t. You. Dare!”

Kev laughed, promised he wouldn’t, then told Neil to call if there were any changes in their plans. Like he chickens out at the last moment, though I don’t think he will.

“Okay, will do,” Neil replied. “See you next Friday.”

* * * *

Ten minutes after Zeke arrived at work on Wednesday morning his uncle let him know he wanted to see him in his office “This second.”

Now what? Zeke ran over the cases he was handling as he hurried down the long hallway to his uncle’s office suite. As far as he knew, they were all going as they should.

His uncle’s secretary greeted him with a whispered, “Zeke, your uncle is not in a good mood, so be careful.”

He nodded. “I got that impression.”