Several days later, Lewis showed up at my job just as I was closing up the office.
The day after I returned from Boston, I had called Mr. Johnson to explain that he shouldn’t expect Charlie to be in any time soon. Since this left him in the lurch, he offered me Charlie’s old job, and I had accepted. It paid well, but my heart wasn’t in it.
“Hey,” I said to Lewis, pleasantly surprised. “What’s up?”
“I have an idea,” he replied, breathlessly. It was apparent from his clothes that he had rushed over right after getting off the boat.
“Okay.” I picked up the keys to the office and looked at him. “Well, what is it?”
‘Let’s go to Boston.”
My heart froze. Boston, the city that held all my love and all my sorrow. “Why?”
“Well,” he said. “I reached out to Alan, and he told me he’d done some research on Char—on Xander’s business.”
“Okay?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.