Chapter Eight
Day Seven – Friday
The next morning Bella Lisa found Mr. Williamson sitting up in bed and drinking out of a straw, briskly engaged in a conversation on his cell phone. He was following the movement of the stock market on his laptop computer placed next to him on the bed, studying a series of charts he had designed. His voice sounded ragged and hoarse. He looked a little better though. His color had returned and he had shaved, though his skin still clung to the bones of his cheeks.
He smiled when he saw her and held a finger up while he talked. Bella Lisa put the vase of a dozen roses on a table and opened the blinds to let the sun in. She sat on a chair next to his bed, listening in on his conversation.
“Yeah, I know that guy. I’ve dealt with him before. I’m sure by now h
