Chapter 12: Rubbing Against Men You Shouldn’t
The following day, almost the last day of April, the sun shines bright and springtime bursts into a flurry of life. Jason enters his office just before nine o’clock in the morning. He turns on the two subtle lights on either side of the room’s well-used sofa. The sofa has to be replaced soon because it’s beginning to be an eyesore and shows much wear. He removes his light jacket, hangs it on the wall, and prepares a cup of coffee at the Keurig; a Jamaican blend with one yellow packet of substitute sugar.
Once seated behind his desk he reviews the notes on his first scheduled client: Keegan William Trefole. Keegan’s thirty-four years old, an executive pastry chef at Lindore, a high-end French bistro near Cape Redmond, a sister town to Redder.
