Chapter 27
Jacksonville, FL
Monday afternoon
QUENTIN DECIDED THAT his quarry would likely be in court for a few hours; so, he returned to his office, and spent a few minutes preparing a preliminary report for Mrs. Richards. He’d parked at his office, so he took a few minutes to carry the four Camel Riders over to the house and put them in the refrigerator. When he was once again at his desk, he called Mrs. Richards.
She answered on the second ring. “Hello.”
“It’s Quentin Quasar, Mrs. Richards.”
“Hi, there. Do you have something for me?”
“Indeed, I do, that’s why I’m calling.”
“I just left Stein Mart at Roosevelt Square; I can be in your office in ten or fifteen minutes, if that’s okay.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Good. See you shortly.”
Quentin finished printing the photos he’d taken and
