Morgan looked back on his last encounter with Susan Taylor, a sweet and delightful woman really, and smiled.
Plan A was indeed taking longer than he’d expected. Morgan had doubted Ernest Price when he’d said trying to deal with the Taylor woman was a waste of time. On behalf of his silent partner, Price had tried for almost a decade to persuade Susan Taylor to sell, and for almost a decade Susan had refused. Morgan’s clients normally did not accept no, but for almost ten years, they’d continued to play softball with the woman.
A delicate situation, they had called it, requiring a lighter touch, at least for the time being. They didn’t want his hand visible in the Clover Hill purchase unless the situation in Dogwood became critical.
His clients were a secretive bunch, his only contac
