Rachel McAllister had sounded mystified by Lucas’ request to speak with her, but she didn’t say no. She did tell him that Saturdays were busy and that she wouldn’t be able to see him until after six-thirty. He’d said that was fine, even though he chafed at the delay. To take the edge off, he’d called a few friends for an impromptu round of golf, to which they’d all been agreeable. Might as well; winter was on its way, and opportunities to hit the green would be pretty scarce in the near future.
Since they were all casual acquaintances, fine for discussing the merits of a new driver or the Cardinals’ prospects in the upcoming season and not much else, none of them seemed to notice his preoccupation, how he really wasn’t all that focused on the game. Not that it mattered, as he still came o
