Chapter Four
Maria was still in her room when Jeff left for the office Monday morning. He backed his car out, glancing up at her window occasionally to see if she might be looking out. No such thing. Slowly, he drove down the well-kept street towards his office. It lay a block ahead.
The signboard to the left of the office building read, Indian Bow Retreats, Inc. The sign was almost as big as the low, one-storied building. There was nothing subtle about the Colonel's advertising. He believed in slugging people over the head with it. Underneath, in smaller letters, the words read, Happy homes for happy people. The Colonel was proud of the slogan.
It was quarter to eight when Jeff entered the office. Pete Austin was always early. The company's bookkeeper and treasurer, he was a vague l
