Chapter 91

“We’re really gonna miss Chad, aren’t we?” Noah said.

“Isn’t that what I said earlier?”

“Yeah. Need any help?”

“I think the clothes are ready to be moved from the washer to the dryer. After that, you can load the washer and get it going again.”

“On it.”

They had lunch and then went upstairs to shower and change. “Where is this guy’s office?” Noah said.

“It’s over on Roosevelt Boulevard, not too far from Roosevelt Square.”

“In other words, close.”

“Yeah.”

They drove over to the office of Foxfire Realty and were immediately ushered into Rion Murphy’s office. Rion stood as they approached his desk; he was about six feet tall, had curly black hair, and looked like he was probably a bodybuilder.

“Hello, Tom, Noah,” Rion said as he shook their hands. “Since you seem to be carrying maps and things, why don’t we have a seat at that table in the corner?”

When they were settled at the table, Rion said, “By the way, Noah, congratulations on your success in New York.”