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“Wilson Contracting,” said the gruff voice in her ear.
“I’m looking for Mr. Wilson.”
“Just a minute,” he said.
Darla glanced out the window. The tops of the trees swayed slightly in the breeze that seemed as much a part of the landscape as the blue sky and the mountains. Sliding her hand into her pocket, she wished she had thought of it. Poachers. What a delicious distraction. It had gotten Shaun and two of the employees out of the lodge. Sam was busying herself in the kitchen in order to avoid her company, and Ray volunteered to watch the front desk as the others went to aid Carli and the client. This gave her the time and access she needed.
“Wilson.”
“Hello, Mr. Wilson, it’s Darla Tanner.”
“I thought I was going to be hearing from the councilman. You calling to tell me we’re pu
