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  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Dedication
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Daisy felt stricken. Wouldn’t Cleo have told her if she’d gone to do a movie?

“Here you go,” Zeke said as he stopped in the middle of the highway, deserted except for the camera crew.

“Thanks.” Daisy got out of the car. She was dying to contact Cleo. But the director was ready to start, and all the reshoots had made him crabby. She’d have to wait until the scene was finished.

Which could take hours.

17

Scott loosened his tie. Sweat broke out on his forehead even though the air conditioner was on full blast.

He rented office space in a commercial building in Paramus. Graduating with a degree in accounting fifteen years ago, he’d spent ten years working as a CPA for a large firm until they downsized, and he was let go. He opened up his own one-man operation shortly afterward. It wasn’t easy making ends meet.

The phone on his desk rang. He glanced at the name on the caller ID. Summoning nerves of steel, he picked up the phone.

“Hello.”

“Scottie boy.”

“Yes, hi.”

“You were going to pay me a visit last night. What happened? I thought you planned to come by and say hello.”

“I need a little more time.”

“That’s what you said last week.”

“I know. But I promise I’ll get the money to you by Monday.” Scott’s voice was tight.

“Well, I hope so. The interest is skyrocketing.”

“Don’t worry.”

“What, me worry?” the caller said ominously.

There was a knock on Scott’s door. “I’ve got to go,” he said. “I’ll be in touch.”

“So will I.”

The phone clicked in Scott’s ear. He replaced the receiver and called, “Come in.”

The door opened and Barney, one of the guys who worked in a law firm down the hall, stepped into the room. “Hey, Scott, you want to grab some lunch?” Barney asked. “Not that I need it,” he added, patting his stomach. “My wife’s on my case about losing weight so she made me bring a salad to work. I ate it and I’m still hungry. I’d love to grab a burger. Besides, I feel like getting out of here for a while.”

“I understand,” Scott said, standing up and grabbing his jacket. “But I’m sorry I can’t have lunch. I have a meeting.”

“You all right?” Barney asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Trevor okay?”

“Yes. He’s up in Maine with his mother.” Scott tried to laugh. “And his rich stepfather.”

Pushing his glasses back on his nose, Barney looked at Scott with sympathy. “It’s tough,” he said as he shook his head, his toupee in danger of shifting. “But, man, if I were single and had your looks, I’d be out on the town every night. You’ll have no trouble finding a rich stepmother for Trevor.”