Chapter 2
I did call Ian, before I retired for the day. I caught him just as he was leaving to get breakfast before going to his office, and we set it up for him to meet us here at six-thirty this evening. I told him to go around to the parking lot behind the building and ring our back doorbell when he got here.
He arrived on time, saying as I let him in, “You have a swimming pool?”
“Sorry to disappoint, but it belongs to the two buildings next door that have been turned into condos.” I took him down the hallway to our office where the others were waiting.
“Better ambiance than the room at Lafitte’s,” Ian commented, sitting in one of the armchairs.
“I’d hope so,” Duff said. “You can take rustic only so far before it becomes depressing.”
“Some time I’ll show you the design we did for
