Chapter 13AS SUNRISE APPROACHED, the president studied the white blanket on the lawn. He had read the story of another dead woman. His jaw tight and lips pressed, he knew he was partly responsible for her death. He should have moved her out of harm's way. He put his cup to his lips not knowing that Fritz was doing the same.
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WITH TJ IN the swing, Fritz spread his yellow pads on the table. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes. “Compartmentalize,” he said to himself. He started with the tournament, now less than five weeks away. With a random number generator, he paired the forty-four teams to determine the schedule. That was easy. He made a note to collect the team names. I'll bet the kids already have them.
Not knowing who might show up for breakfast, he took out the waffle iron
