Chapter 6
“There’s a Mr. Wilmer on the phone,” Dora said Tuesday morning.
I was tempted to ask her to tell him I was out of the office, but figured he’d just keep trying. Or worse yet, come by. So I answered.
“We need to talk,” Gavin said.
“I’m listening.”
“In person. When do you close for the day?”
I told him to wait and then checked my schedule. I had one client due in half an hour and a few calls to make. Getting back to him, I said, “I’ll be finished by eleven-thirty.”
“Banker’s hours and then some.” I could hear a trace of amusement in his voice. “I’ll meet you at your place at noon.”
“No you won’t,” I replied tersely. “Choose somewhere more public.”
“All right.” He paused for a moment. “The art museum. I’ll meet you at the front entrance.”
“What’s this about?”
“I’ll tell y
