Tuesday passed much as Monday had. The three men ate breakfast together before Deacon and Jack took off. Max spent his day working, emailing specs for advertising campaigns off to two of his clients. Both of them called him, one to say he liked what he’d seen and that he wanted a final mockup before giving Max his okay. The other client asked for a few minor changes, which didn’t surprise Max in the least, as the man tended to micro-manage. Max wondered, as he often did with that particular client, what it must be like to be one of his employees.
Despite being busy, Max couldn’t help but grit his teeth every time his email dinged, wondering if he’d find another missive from Tony. He also realized he was listening with half an ear for any sounds outside the house that might indicate Tony w
