“Mr. Westover, it’s good to see you again,” Tom said.
“Please, call me Paul.”
Tom repeatedly glanced around the parking lot and at various groupings of trees. His hands were clasped together, and his shoulders were squeezed forward. If the man wasn’t nervous, Paul figured he was an excellent actor. Paul decided on the former.
“Is there a place we can talk?” asked Tom.
“I thought we’d go out and sit on the small boat dock on the other side of our cabin,” said Paul. “I never see anyone out there.”
“Okay,” said Tom. He stared at Shannon, then gazed back at Paul with a questioning look.
“It’s funny you tried to sell us a diamond ring,” said Paul. “Shannon’s my assistant on this story. If it’s all right, I’d like it if she came along.”
Tom hesitated, but he nodded. Shannon’s expression
