Chapter Sixteen
Hiatus
Tara finished her coffee. Setting down the cup she leaned back. She stretched dramatically, using the movement to disguise the way she yet again studied the skies. Through the glass panels above the conservatory where they were finishing their lonely breakfast, only the retreating clouds from last night’s downpour were conspicuous. A flock of waterfowl heading to the lake cut across the blue momentarily, and high off a passenger jet trailed a diminishing contrail. Yet there was still no sign of a peeping drone. Finishing her stretch with a genuine yawn Tara glanced across the table at Carrie. Already the heiress had her phone out.
“You going to call Jeff?”
“I want to get him before he reports to Frank,”
“The drones are gone. I haven’t seen one since Julie left.
