Chapter Seven
Reconciled
It was after eleven and turning to a scorcher already outside when the phone rang in the security office. Jeff Garcia, who’d alerted visiting Tara to the arrival of a certain package, and who had driven Carrie down to the trauma clinic the night previous, identified the caller as the current lady of the manse once again. He answered crisply.
“Yes ma’am!”
“Hi Jeff. We’re stuck over at Tara’s without a car. How would you like to play chauffer for us again?”
“No problem.”
“You don’t mind? I know I dismissed the real chauffer for the summer and it’s not your job.”
“Hey, for what your dad pays, my job is whatever you say it is. Did you think I was going to tell you to cram it and call a cab?”
“Jeff honey that’s how we got over here! Don’t remind me. In fact go
