Chapter 18
Orlando, FL
Sunday morning
NATE AND I SLEPT late Sunday morning and, what with one thing or another, missed out on the free breakfast in our hotel, so we went to the nearest IHOP. Nate was in the middle of consuming a strawberry waffle when his phone rang.
“Hello,” he said. “ … Yeah, I remember you. … You have? That’s great. … As it happens, we’re having breakfast at an IHOP in Orlando right now. Why don’t you join us? … We’re at the one on Kirkman Road. … Good, see you in a few.”
I raised an eyebrow when he ended the call.
“That was Doug Samuels,” he said.
“Rion’s Realtor friend?”
“The same.”
“And he wanted?”
“He may have a tax-free exchange for us.”
“Wow! I’m impressed.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Doug Samuels, who appeared to be in his late thirties, arrived ten minutes lat
