“Yes, thank you. I had something delivered to my office.” Deems smiled as he sat in the comfortable wing-backed chair near the window.
“Then can I offer you coffee? Or a drink? I believe you’re a bourbon drinker. Did I remember correctly?”
“Yes, I am a bourbon drinker,” he said, giving Maggie a small smile, the first time Cam had ever seen him do that. “But I think coffee might be more appropriate tonight, if it’s not too much trouble. We have a lot of work to do.”
“Well, just relax, Richard, and I’ll get coffee for everyone.” Maggie agreed as she went out into the kitchen.
Deems loosened his tie and turned his attention back to Cam, his smile disappearing. He took the files that Maggie had left sitting on the coffee table and, after checking to make sure the tabs on the top read Chame
