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Divine Intervention
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that,” Troy Latimer said, his tone crisp and no-nonsense — and not leaving much room for maneuvering.
“Why not?” I replied. “I’m not talking about state secrets here. I’m just curious as to whether your client would be interested in a second chance at the Bigelow property.”
Since it had been a slow morning so far at Once in a Blue Moon, I’d gone ahead and called the number on the business card Josie had given me. To my relief, I’d actually gotten through to Mr. Latimer rather than shunted off to voicemail or an assistant, but, considering how he seemed determined to stonewall me, that relief clearly had been misplaced.
“I’m afraid that I can’t speak to my clients’ intentions,” he said. “Especially since you’re talking to me in an exp
