Chapter 6
Tampa, FL
Sunday afternoon
Late Sunday afternoon I checked into a motel on the east side of Tampa at the intersection of I-75 and SR-60. At seven that evening, I drove to a mall located on the other side of the interchange, as I’d arranged to meet my client at a California Pizza Kitchen for dinner. The client was a commercial tire company based in Jacksonville, and I was meeting with their controller, a middle-aged guy named Paul Johns. Paul was in relatively good shape for a man in his forties, and during our conversation, he mentioned that keeping up with three teenaged sons and their various activities provided all the exercise he needed. He was in town to conduct a surprise audit of the inventory at the Tampa branch of his company, and I was going to casually stop by and s
