Sailor didn’t press him for details, looking out the window at the shell-strewn driveway that separated the restaurant from a boarded-up building with crumbling pink siding. “Lousy view, isn’t it? Same as a lot of the town, it’s seen better days.”
Better days, better years, better moods. “Seems like development would be welcome. And yet there’s a lot of tension between people against and those in favor. Like Earl Yaegle and my dead client Oakley Keys.”
The moment the word “client” came out of Drayco’s mouth, he knew there was no turning back. He’d been sucked in, against his better judgment, allowing the counterpoint to win him over again. It was like walking out on stage in front of an audience and sitting down at the piano. Once your fingers hit the keys, you were committed.
Sailor ke
