While Atlas was draped over the back of a donkey like a bag of sand, Eddie was calling an emergency meeting with the PL Board. Right before the meeting, scratching a mosquito bite on his wrist until it bled, Eddie was firming things up on the phone with Matthew Molten.
“Matthew, there has been a turn of events out here that requires immediate action.”
“How immediate?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Will do. I’ll transfer the shares as soon as the market opens tomorrow.”
“It’s a pleasure doing business with you.”
Jamison still hadn’t turned up, and that was just fine with Cox. The longer he was out of the picture, the better. When the news leaked out that Diana was dead, it made national news, and Linda Jamison had called. Cox assured her that Atlas needed to be left alone, and she confessed th
