ALWAYS READ THE FINE PRINT, by Hal CharlesAs she entered her apartment, Lindy Duncan looked down at her cell phone to see a text from her cousin Dan. “Please call me immediately. Need your help.”
If the message had been from anyone else, Lindy would have felt more urgency to respond. With Dan, though, she couldn’t help but wonder what it was this time. Since they were kids, Lindy had spent a great deal of time and effort getting her cousin out of one scrape or another. Dan the Man, as he liked to call himself, had always held a pie-in-the-sky approach to life, and his willingness to take shortcuts and chances to achieve his goals had often led to trouble.
Lindy started a pot of coffee. She had a feeling she might need some liquid support to deal with what was no doubt Dan’s latest proble
