were more modern and the employees in front of them were more casually dressed. Also, the mood of the people I saw was subdued.
Arrow led the way to my father's office, actually a large cubicle. Nobody had an enclosed office. My father was on the phone so we stopped at the cubicle of his admin, who was a young man, as my father had told me. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was wearing an earring; that was also new to my business experience. I wasn't as surprised that his short-sleeved shirt—some shade of purple—was unbuttoned enough to reveal curly chest hair.
He gave Arrow a hint of a smile and said, "A sad day."
"Yes," Arrow said. "Karl, this is John. John, this is Karl."
"Karl, I've been dying to meet you ever since I came here," John said, exuberantly, getting up from his chair and pumping my hand. "You look just like your father."
I murmured something I hoped was polite, but he was checking his telephone lights and said, "Richard is off the phone now. Arrow, get your sweet ass into his office." And to me, "Ta ta, Karl."
Arrow and I walked around the corner, with me looking at her. She said, in a low voice, "I know what you're thinking, but coming from him that's not sexual harassment."
"But from me it would be?"
"It depends on which persona you have on."
I would have said "touché" but we were entering my father's cubicle, which was large enough to have several comfortable chairs in addition to a table that served as his desk. I had never seen him look so haggard. It was obvious he hadn't slept much, either. I was particularly startled because he had never looked like an old man to me before. Would I look like that in 30 years?
My father said, "Hi, Karl, I'm glad you're back safely." He came out from behind his table and shook my hand. He said, "Have a seat," indicating two of the chairs to Arrow and me, and sat in the third one.
"How is Elma holding up?" he asked Arrow.
"She's a trooper," Arrow said. "She's already starting to make plans for a memorial service. Since it isn't clear when Ned's body will be released because of the autopsy, she's going to go ahead with a service and have Ned cremated."
"What about the money situation?"
"Elma doesn't have a clue, and so I don't, either—yet. It will take some digging, but I'll get the answers."
"I was afraid of that. Keep me informed. Karl, how did you make out with the police?"
"They asked me where I'd been. I walked from my hotel to James Buchanan's house and it turns out that I was quite close to Ned about the time he was killed. I hope that doesn't make me a suspect."
"Not likely. Do they have any leads?"
"It didn't sound like it. Since he was found in a dumpster they think it might have been more than one person."
My father frowned. "Did Ned tell you that his business meeting had been cancelled?"
"No! When was it cancelled?"
"Yesterday morning. I talked to one of the people he was supposed to be meeting with. She said she called him and he answered the phone himself. He was very pleasant and thanked her for calling. But apparently he didn't tell anybody else, including his admin."
"That's bizarre," Arrow said. "He certainly never let on to me.
"Which brings us to the question," my father said, "of what he was doing from the time he dropped Karl off until he was killed."
"The police are asking that question too," I said. "He appeared to be nervous when he dropped me off at my hotel, if that's any help."
"Tell me how you got involved with James Buchanan." My father looked at me in what I recognized as a disapproving manner.
I told the story in a few sentences, leaving out the backgammon game.
"Do you know who James Buchanan is?" my father asked, when I had finished.
"He apparently runs some sort of a company, but I don't know what it does."
“ James Buchanan is founder, CEO and major shareholder of a conglomerate called Tartan Enterprises that owns a number of other companies.”
I had read about Tartan Enterprises since
Arrow led the way to my father's office, actually a large cubicle. Nobody had an enclosed office. My father was on the phone so we stopped at the cubicle of his admin, who was a young man, as my father had told me. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was wearing an earring; that was also new to my business experience. I wasn't as surprised that his short-sleeved shirt—some shade of purple—was unbuttoned enough to reveal curly chest hair.
He gave Arrow a hint of a smile and said, "A sad day."
"Yes," Arrow said. "Karl, this is John. John, this is Karl."
"Karl, I've been dying to meet you ever since I came here," John said, exuberantly, getting up from his chair and pumping my hand. "You look just like your father."
I murmured something I hoped was polite, but he was checking his telephone lights and said, "Richard is off the phone now. Arrow, get your sweet ass into his office." And to me, "Ta ta, Karl."
Arrow and I walked around the corner, with me looking at her. She said, in a low voice, "I know what you're thinking, but coming from him that's not sexual harassment."
"But from me it would be?"
"It depends on which persona you have on."
I would have said "touché" but we were entering my father's cubicle, which was large enough to have several comfortable chairs in addition to a table that served as his desk. I had never seen him look so haggard. It was obvious he hadn't slept much, either. I was particularly startled because he had never looked like an old man to me before. Would I look like that in 30 years?
My father said, "Hi, Karl, I'm glad you're back safely." He came out from behind his table and shook my hand. He said, "Have a seat," indicating two of the chairs to Arrow and me, and sat in the third one.
"How is Elma holding up?" he asked Arrow.
"She's a trooper," Arrow said. "She's already starting to make plans for a memorial service. Since it isn't clear when Ned's body will be released because of the autopsy, she's going to go ahead with a service and have Ned cremated."
"What about the money situation?"
"Elma doesn't have a clue, and so I don't, either—yet. It will take some digging, but I'll get the answers."
"I was afraid of that. Keep me informed. Karl, how did you make out with the police?"
"They asked me where I'd been. I walked from my hotel to James Buchanan's house and it turns out that I was quite close to Ned about the time he was killed. I hope that doesn't make me a suspect."
"Not likely. Do they have any leads?"
"It didn't sound like it. Since he was found in a dumpster they think it might have been more than one person."
My father frowned. "Did Ned tell you that his business meeting had been cancelled?"
"No! When was it cancelled?"
"Yesterday morning. I talked to one of the people he was supposed to be meeting with. She said she called him and he answered the phone himself. He was very pleasant and thanked her for calling. But apparently he didn't tell anybody else, including his admin."
"That's bizarre," Arrow said. "He certainly never let on to me.
"Which brings us to the question," my father said, "of what he was doing from the time he dropped Karl off until he was killed."
"The police are asking that question too," I said. "He appeared to be nervous when he dropped me off at my hotel, if that's any help."
"Tell me how you got involved with James Buchanan." My father looked at me in what I recognized as a disapproving manner.
I told the story in a few sentences, leaving out the backgammon game.
"Do you know who James Buchanan is?" my father asked, when I had finished.
"He apparently runs some sort of a company, but I don't know what it does."
“ James Buchanan is founder, CEO and major shareholder of a conglomerate called Tartan Enterprises that owns a number of other companies.”
I had read about Tartan Enterprises since
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