Adam Conover had responded to Bliss’ email with friendly curiosity, and given her his number. They’d spoken on the phone the next day.
“My father did talk about Gault a few times. The Blue Drake, right? That’s some place. I’ve seen many shows there.”
“How far are you from Lake Bittersweet? Maybe we could meet in person.” Would he look like Granger? She wanted to see for herself before she mentioned anything to Granger.
“Actually, I’m going to be in that area for a sales call,” he’d said. “I’m scheduled to meet with the volunteer fire department next week.”
That did it. The serendipity was incredible.
Just to be a hundred percent safe, she’d looked him up online and discovered that he was a successful distributor of medical supplies and a respectable married father of two. Then she’d c
