CHAPTER 16Throckmorton parked under a tree in front of the mayor’s house on Monday. He took his time getting out of his car. Early in October, the lawns were still green, the trees were turning colors, and it was a beautiful sunny day. It was a shame to ruin it talking to Earl.
Subsurface Imaging and Mapping, or SIM, hadn’t sent him a bid yet. Until they did, he wouldn’t know if they’d do the work or if he could afford them. There wouldn’t be a reason to meet with Earl if either of those was a problem, but Earl had called and demanded he meet him at 1:15 today. According to his watch, it was 1:13.
Earl had refused to give him a reason for the meeting and insisted he be on time, neither early nor late. He didn’t have a clue what had gotten under Earl’s skin, but the man was angry about so
