Catherine Collins was tired. It had been a long day, finishing up an even longer week. Now here she was, giving up her Friday evening to meet some geeks about a consulting project. She was only considering this work because she and her husband had just remodeled their house. During the project, they spent more than double what they’d budgeted.
Then as she thought about it, she had to admit that since it was Tom Wallace who’d called, she probably would have still met with him, but probably not on a Friday evening. She’d met Tom and Linda on several occasions, they were both great people, and Tom was more than a little attractive.
She navigated the new black Volvo into the parking lot, which belonged to the Kingsman Institute, and was surprised. This facility was tucked away and out of sig
