Chapter 11
“I told you to get the ad in this morning’s paper no matter what that required.” The floor trembled with the depth of Mr. Smythewhite’s anger. “If they had to reprint the entire edition, I was willing to cover the cost. What’s the holdup?”
I halted outside the door to his study. I’d been pointed in this direction when I entered the residence, but I wasn’t about to butt in on a conversation that had clipboard lady rocking back on her heels. Instead, I let the pair argue while I swayed in the hall outside the study, struggling to regain my strength.
“I understand, Mr. Smythewhite.” Clipboard lady’s back was ramrod straight and tendons stood out on either side of her neck. But her voice remained low and well modulated. “We paid the newspaper well and your piece did indeed appear
