Fifty-Three
An hour later, Clarence clapped his hand over his mouth. Laughing in Pete's face would not go well.
"You son-of-a—" Pete Malovitch jumped out of the chair.
Miss Henningway rushed to shut the door to her office at Hillcrest Homes. "Pete sit down and shut up. People will hear you. They're heading down for supper!"
Pete leaned over the insurance adjuster sitting between him and Clarence. He poked Clarence's chest. "You are such a bastard. You need to get your f-n nose out of other people's business."
"Now, Mr. Malovitch. Let's keep this civil." The adjuster pushed back his Brylcreem hair. "I'm not sure where the claim payments went, but I'm so thankful Mr. Timmelsen here, found the error."
"Someone just checked the wrong box or something, Mr. ... "
"Mr. Dekker." The adjuste
