Chapter Seven
Spinnaker
While Willis was at the grocery store he picked up fresh snapper filets thin sliced bread, Hollandaise fixings, shallots, truffles, fresh mushrooms, and butter. He ticked dinner items off on his fingers. Cigarettes for Fletcher and Sarah. Fresh ground French Roast coffee. Something else. What...? Hm. Olive oil. He set off pushing the grocery cart back the way he had come. Better get eggs, too, apple wood smoked bacon, honey, orange juice, fruit, and fresh baguettes, maybe.
Spinnaker Holloway tapped him on the shoulder. Willis, startled, almost drew down on him, but stopped himself in time to keep from scaring the s**t out of some old lady. Took a breath. Blew it out noisily.
“Hey, Spin. How you doing?”
“Jumpy, ain’t you?” Holloway asked mildly.
“Sorry. It’s be
