Tuesday, the value of Hammar’s stocks was still plummeting. Looks like the rats are leaving a sinking ship, although I shouldn’t think of the stockholders as rats, I suppose. Half my bread-and-butter comes from advising my clients on which stocks they should be buying, or selling.
Ky spent the rest of the day doing just that before heading home. He changed from his suit into jeans and a well-worn T-shirt, and then checked to be certain he had everything he needed to make dinner—and realized he was missing one major ingredient. Grumbling under his breath about his lack of planning, he headed to the grocery store.
He was halfway there when he heard Cole say, ::I could use some help here::
::What kind?:: Ky asked, looking for a place to leave the car.
::Dealing with some big, bad dogs who
