Chapter 18: Countdown Begins
Chapter 18
Countdown Begins
I asked Scott for a refill. “What kind of coffee is this? It’s damn good.”
“I get it shipped from a place in the Northwest.” He walked to the cabinet by the refrigerator, pulled out a bag of coffee and the grinder. “It’s called Martin Henry Coffee Roasters. And yes, it is damn good.”
As he brewed, I called Julie. “Coop fill you in?”
“She did, and I’m ready,” Julie said.
“I assume you got a copy of the folder. I need you to track any calls to Winthrop’s number this morning.”
“Won’t take long,” she said.
“Good.” I looked around, whispering, “I also need his financials—personal and business.”
“That will take longer, but not too long. He’s a public figure.”
While I wrote down questions, the thong-panties girl joined Scott. She
