Chapter 7

Evan was already dialing. When the receptionist answered, he said, “Jack Denton, please. Evan Dwyer calling.” After a very long wait, Denton finally answered the phone.

“Hello, Evan. I know what you’re going to say, but there’s nothing I can do.”

“You could honor the agreement we had,” he retorted, not bothering to disguise his anger.

Denton sighed. “I’d like to. But our agreement was dependent upon receiving the bulk of the funding from the city. And the city was getting the money from the Carmodys. As I understand it, that’s stalled now for the foreseeable future. I’m sorry, Evan, but none of us can go forward until this is resolved.”

“Can’t your attorneys do anything to fight this? You want that community center as much as I want to design it. And the city desperately needs it.”