“It’s good to see you. I apologize for curtailing any plans you may have had scheduled for your time off, but something’s come up, and I could really use your help in Nashville.”
“No problem. Anything at this point would be better than being stuck at home crawling the walls.”
He chuckled. “Good, ’cause we’re helping out an old friend of mine.”
She looked over at him, questioning.
“His name is Timothy Donovan. He owns the professional football team in Nashville. Something has come up with one of his players, and he needs some help.”
She waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. Although she was curious, it didn’t matter. As she’d told him, anything was better than sitting at home doing nothing.
Two hours and a brief argument later, they pulled into the parking lot of a nicer-
