Chapter 34
“Charles sends his apologies,” Philip said. “He was in court earlier and the case ran a lot longer than expected. I expect he’ll arrive at the house about the same time we do.”
Mike dealt with the general aviation people regarding the care of the plane, and then Philip led us to a gleaming BMW.
“Nice wheels,” I said.
“Thanks. This car isn’t as sexy as your truck, but it serves its purpose.”
He drove us down I-75 to an exit marked West Pace’s Ferry Road, then through a number of streets before pulling up in front of a pair of wrought-iron gates. Set well back from the street was a humongous house, and when Mike spotted it, he said, “Holy crap, it’s Tara.”
“Babe,” I said, “it’s more like Twelve Oaks. Tara wouldn’t even rate as an outbuilding next to this place. It’s amazing.”