“Any estimate how long it’ll take to get
things fixed?” Olivia asked as she got to work on the first few orders.
“Doesn’t matter.” Tom Bedford leaned on the
counter with a hangdog expression. “The sign says all clubs and meetings and
events are canceled until further notice. Supposedly, they found mold when they
went looking for the leak.”
“Supposedly?”
“Whoever is doing the repairs isn’t anybody
we know. We just know what was on the sign, and what people have overheard.” He
shrugged. “Bottom line is, we gotta find some other place to meet. Conrad was
in a lousy mood, came darn near cussing us out, just because we wanted some
real answers.”
“That doesn’t sound like Conrad,” Kai said, more to himself than anyone else.
Eden agreed with him, when he stopped by her apartment after closing up the shop for the night. She let him know that despite Conrad saying he would call her nearly a week ago, she had yet to hear from him. He wasn’t answering texts or voicemails or emails. He was never available, and just when someone caught sight of him, he ran off, like he knew people were looking for him. Rufus had reported that he was always in a bad mood, he had lost weight, and he smelled like he had taken up smoking, the few times they were in the realty office at the same time. He hardly ever saw Conrad, who seemed to be avoiding everyone. It didn’t matter if Rufus responded to the phone calls and emails he ignored, or if he couldn’t fix any client problems without checking with Conrad, or tried to fix any problems at all, Rufus always seemed to be in the wrong.
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