CHAPTER 4
Two days later, Wayde drove over to the Haverstone Chemical Company. It was a modern, one-story, brick and glass building. He walked up the concrete sidewalk to the tall glass double doors and entered.
“Good morning, may I help you?” asked the redheaded receptionist.
“Yes, I’d like to see Leon Evers.”
She stared at him for a moment. “Just a minute, please.” She picked up the telephone and buzzed another office.
“Mr. Lesley, I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s a gentleman here who’s asked to see Mr. Evers.” There was a long pause. She looked at Wayde, “Your name, please?”
“Jake Wayde.”
“A Mr. Jake Wayde, sir.” She listened and put the phone down. “Just one moment please, Mr. Wayde.”
He smiled and waited patiently. Then a door opened, and a distinguished-looking man came o
