Lyle was up and moving by eight-thirty Wednesday morning. Taking Joseph’s advice, he put on a pair of dark slacks, and a blue shirt. Then he spent more time than usual making certain his hair was perfect. When he achieved his objective, he went into the kitchen to fix coffee and a very light breakfast, which was all his stomach could tolerate. After he’d finished eating, he made certain he had everything he needed, including checking that the folder with the list and the contract was still in his messenger bag. Like where else would it be? The last thing was his jacket and scarf. He decided not to wear his boots, hoping that the sidewalks at Mr. Radclyffe’s house had been shoveled. As ready as he’d ever be, he locked up, and went down to the building’s parking garage to get his car.
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