Chapter 15

Well, there was no accounting for tastes.

He entered the lecture hall and took a seat, eager to learn whatever it was Dr. Hewitt had chosen for today’s teaching plan. Jason hadn’t been scrambling for an excuse when he’d told Putnam Dr. Hewitt’s TA had come down with a stomach bug. Sometimes the god of serendipity did look kindly on him.

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It was still light when Jason got home from his last class. He paused before turning into his drive, admiring the split-level ranch he’d bought when the hunches he’d played in the stock market—as part of his master’s thesis—had paid off. The house sat on an acre of land, surrounded by oak trees, and behind it a willow grew beside the stream that ran along the property line.