He smiled at them both. “Hear you have a job for me?”
“Yup, we need a portrait. Meet Mr Johnson. He will give you the details you want. Give me a call when you’re done and I’ll come down to see the finished work. Mr Johnson, this is our computer artist, Tony.”
Tony nodded to Johnson and waved him to a chair next to the desk. The two men started talking. Brian dashed upstairs to his office. He had some calls to make to Virginia. Then, drive Johnson back and hit the pub to check out the lights and talk to Len, the bartender. He might drop the order off to the bank, if it came through in time. If not, Parker would do it.
The calls to Virginia went well as evidenced by the smile on his face. No call from downstairs. The afternoon looked too full for a real lunch, so he decided a sandwich f
