beside R.H.’s chair, leaning forward to read from a sheet of paper in his boss’s hand. When Jack stepped into the room, he straightened with a faint smile of greeting.
R.H. slammed down the paper. “There you are. I looked for you earlier, but your office was dark.” He made a show of studying his watch. “How much am I paying you to work half days?”
Jack forced his facial muscles to remain relaxed. “I was here at seven this morning, but I had to run an errand. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Richard stepped out from behind the desk. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
“That’s not necessary,” Jack told him.
“It’s all right. I’ve got some things to do.” He paused as he passed Jack in the doorway, and looked back at R.H. “I’ll get back with you on that by lunchtime.”
R.H. dismissed him with a wave, then began straightening the stack of papers in front of him.
Jack stepped up to the front edge of the desk. “I got a call from Tom Ingram’s secretary this morning. Someone tried to break into the trailer in her driveway last night. She wanted to move the Corvette into storage, but I told her it would be safe at the house for a few days. I just ran over there and dropped it off.”
R.H. paused in the act of tapping the edge of the papers on the desk. “The Corvette is at my house?”
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