Graham paced his office after the latest phone call from Bob Harmon. The cyclist mystery appeared to be innocent enough, but why their interest in his construction project? He didn’t like loose threads and one might be unraveling in Claremont. He dialed the office of Thomas Greer.
“Good morning. You’ve reached the office of Greer and Greer. How may I help you?”
“Is Thomas Greer available?”
“He’s busy with clients right now. May I take a message?”
“This is his physician calling,” lied Graham, trying to worm his way past the receptionist. “I’m afraid I have bad news which needs to be attended to immediately.”
“I hope it’s not serious.” The woman sounded flustered. “I’ll buzz him on his private line.”
“I gave instructions to not be disturbed,” said Greer in a
