CHAPTER 8
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ob gritted his teeth under an unexpected wave of anger. If only he had been faster on his feet, more prepared, more determined. If he had the force of will to steer the conversation at some of the critical points, then it could have been better. On top of that, the thought of Walden lurking in the background behind rocks, trees, and bits of foliage was a source of immense frustration. Why? What was he to do such a thing? Rob decided that when he came across the retired lawyer again, then he would ask him about it directly.
The best thing to do at this point was get it over with and call Margaret. After that he could decompress and do the busy work. Rob returned to his room through the empty halls of the lodge and sat down at the wooden table by the window. The blinds were op
