A Lethal Time
“I was merely inquiring about a simple thing like missing woods. Jacob either knew something or he didn’t. But lately, nothing was proving to be that simple. It was becoming confusing and complicated. Somehow I felt, or was finding out, that a lot of it was interconnected. Was he, too? I was about to find out.
After a minute, the front door swung open and a tall, wiry, gray-bearded man stood there staring down at me.
I extended my hand. “Hi, Jacob, my name is Samantha Jamison, and I’m housesitting Sally and Tom’s house across the way for them while they are away.”
He hesitated then extended his hand. “Where’s Dan?”
“Oh, he’s gone to visit relatives in Connecticut.”
“What do you want?”
Blunt and a bottom-line oriented guy. Good. “May I come in? Sally suggested that I speak to you.”
“I guess,” he said reluctantly, stepping aside to let me in.
The minute I crossed the threshold I was assaulted by an assortment of scents: oils, alcohol, thinners, and the like, permeating the air.
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