Epilogue
The message on his voicemail had been interesting and had piqued his curiosity so Kent had returned the call and set up this meeting. Why Louis would want to meet with him when the company had already all but closed down was beyond him, but hey, why not honor the request of a dying man? What harm could it do?
Kent sat at one of the little tables at Edie’s and drummed his fingers on the table next to his coffee, his gaze out the window. The sky was threatening rain which would make the farmers happy. Kent would be happy if it held off another few hours.
A car pulled up to the curb and a young man about Kent’s age got out of the driver’s side. He came around and opened the passenger door, helping an older man out of the car. Six months ago, Louis had looked like a healthy, if sli
