Chapter 21 “It sounds like it’s working, Mrs. Kimble,” a friendly male voice acknowledged through the speaker with a chuckle.
“Thanks, Marty,” answered Lisa with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. “I’m sorry to bother you.”
“It’s no bother at all. Are you expecting Mr. Kimble tonight?”
Lisa’s shoulders drooped. “Tonight and the two nights before that.”
Silence on the other end.
“Mr. Kimble has a very imposing and unpredictable work schedule, Marty,” she explained. “It’s not uncommon for days to go by without us talking.”
Her elbows lowered to the flat face of the marble bar counter resting in front of her. An audible sigh dropped from her lips. She glanced out the large kitchen window that overlooked the winding driveway which was dimly lit by staggered accent lamps. “We planned t
