Chapter 12
Billy headed to work Friday at five in the morning to beat the heat that wouldn’t let up. By ten o’clock he was ravenous and his eggs and bacon had burned off long ago. He headed to Fay’s Café for an early lunch. Lucky for him, it was early enough that no one else in Echo Ridge was thinking of lunch so he was in and out of Fay’s in twenty minutes. He carried a twisted soda out to his truck and set it next to his toolbox. He was about to pull out his phone to check his messages when a man stepped out from the side of a silver SUV.
“So, you’re Billy Redford?” The man’s hair was almost black and he looked Mediterranean, but Billy hadn’t detected an accent.
Billy glanced at the vinyl logo on his truck and then back at the man. He nodded and held out his hand. “Yes, I own Redbuilt
