Wild Borders
“He knew he was getting closer to catching the bastards. He could feel it. Almost taste it. He headed down to the hotel’s restaurant and waited for Chuck to arrive. The sun shone brilliant through the beveled glass of the Grand and spilled onto the carpeted floor. Groundskeepers worked at cleaning torn palm fronds and other debris left from the previous night’s storm, and housekeepers polished rain splatters from the windows and vacuumed dirt from carpets. After he made his way into the restaura...nt, Rick was escorted to a table and let the hostess know he was waiting for another person to join him. He took a seat and tried to get his head back on the intelligence work waiting for him when he returned, but his thoughts kept turning to Lani. “Howdy, Son.” Chuck’s voice brought Rick out of his thoughts about a certain blonde who’d given him the brush-off. Rick smiled at his stepfather. “Mornin’, old man.” “Old man, my ass.” Chuck removed his gray Stetson, plunked it on top of Rick’s, and took the seat across the table.MoreLess
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