Two days later, Ross sat in the front seat of his pickup truck and pulled a comb through his damp hair. When he’d done what he could with his newly, professionally cut hair, he slid the comb back into the duffle bag on the seat next to him. He drummed the steering wheel while he debated how long he should wait.
He had been busy the last couple of days, putting his affairs in order. He just hoped that it wasn’t all for naught. He had cleaned out the money in his accounts and changed it to a different type of asset – gold and jewels. He didn’t know anything about currency or economics in a magical world. The only thing that might be of value were those two things.
Last night, he had visited Nathan. The younger man had been shocked and puzzled when he had asked if they could talk privately.
