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and striking blue eyes and constantly wore an expression akin to one of mild amusement. This had always been unnerving to Edgar, who wasn't sure if Miller was laughing at him or not or even what the joke was. One thing was certain, however: Edgar never wanted to see Miller angry, so mild amusement was fine.
“Miller,” he said, extending a hand, which Miller accepted, squeezing it just once.
“You look well,” he said. “What the hell are you doing in Wonderland?”
“That's why I'm here,” replied Edgar. “I need your expertise in a touchy matter.”
“I'm all ears,” said Miller. “Care to step into my office?”
With this he gestured to the doors of the Condor Club, allowing Edgar to enter first. Inside, Edgar paid the entrance fee for them both and they went in search of a drink.
* * * *
Back on Eldon Court, Jack was growing restless. It seemed as if he was consulting the clock on the wall every five minutes, and it was barely moving. He should have been at his yoga studio but decided he was too nervous with Edgar in San Francisco, so he got one of his employees to cover for him instead. After a couple of hours of pacing the floor, Jack decided it might be a good idea to take the dog for a walk. That, he reasoned, would at least kill some time and get his mind off of Edgar and whatever he was up to. So what that Edgar told him to lock himself in the house? He was an adult and could handle himself. Grateful that the rain had stopped, Jack attached the leather leash to Ollie's collar and the two stepped out onto the porch. A quick glance up and down Eldon Court told him that he was alone and he stepped down off of the porch and onto the empty sidewalk.
As he walked, Jack admired the handsome Victorians that lined their street, such beautiful, sturdy old houses. It was amazing that anyone would want to demolish the old gems, not to mention the well-manicured lawns and the sturdy old trees that lined Eldon Court. Jack considered a stand of Cypress in the distance and a thought occurred to him: if the residents of Eldon Court were unable to beat Danvers Converse through normal channels, why not pursue a more unorthodox route? Surely some organization would be opposed to the developers cutting down these magnificent trees and, hell, if the street's residents were lucky, maybe their street was the winter nesting ground for some endangered species! Jack smiled at his own cleverness. Okay, the endangered species, he realized, was probably pushing it. . . or was he? Jack started making a mental list: he would go online and research endangered species. . . maybe call the Sierra Club. . . god, he needed a pen and paper!
“Come on Ollie,” said Jack, tugging at the confused dachshund's leash. “We're going to go online and do some research.”
Just as he was turning back towards his house, movement in the back yard of Number Two Eldon Court caught his eye. Jack could hear Edgar's earlier admonishment to lock the door and answer it for no one, but curiosity got the best of him and he found himself veering from the sidewalk and onto the grass toward the backyard. As he got closer, he heard a familiar sound, although at first he couldn't quite place it. Then it occurred to him, the “hiss, chink” sound he was hearing was the sound of a shovel digging into earth and, as he peered around the shrubbery, his suspicions were confirmed. Standing in his back yard, shirtless and in flimsy-looking shorts, was Parker St. John, looking sweaty and gorgeous. In his hand was the shovel Jack had heard and Parker was standing in the midst of multiple holes, as if he had been digging all morning and looking for something. Jack didn't want to imagine what or who he was looking for but felt glued to the spot out of fear and, well, Parker was just so damned mesmerizing, especially with his shirt off, thickly furred chest on easy display. He stood there for a moment longer, finally reminding himself of his terrific idea to save
“Miller,” he said, extending a hand, which Miller accepted, squeezing it just once.
“You look well,” he said. “What the hell are you doing in Wonderland?”
“That's why I'm here,” replied Edgar. “I need your expertise in a touchy matter.”
“I'm all ears,” said Miller. “Care to step into my office?”
With this he gestured to the doors of the Condor Club, allowing Edgar to enter first. Inside, Edgar paid the entrance fee for them both and they went in search of a drink.
* * * *
Back on Eldon Court, Jack was growing restless. It seemed as if he was consulting the clock on the wall every five minutes, and it was barely moving. He should have been at his yoga studio but decided he was too nervous with Edgar in San Francisco, so he got one of his employees to cover for him instead. After a couple of hours of pacing the floor, Jack decided it might be a good idea to take the dog for a walk. That, he reasoned, would at least kill some time and get his mind off of Edgar and whatever he was up to. So what that Edgar told him to lock himself in the house? He was an adult and could handle himself. Grateful that the rain had stopped, Jack attached the leather leash to Ollie's collar and the two stepped out onto the porch. A quick glance up and down Eldon Court told him that he was alone and he stepped down off of the porch and onto the empty sidewalk.
As he walked, Jack admired the handsome Victorians that lined their street, such beautiful, sturdy old houses. It was amazing that anyone would want to demolish the old gems, not to mention the well-manicured lawns and the sturdy old trees that lined Eldon Court. Jack considered a stand of Cypress in the distance and a thought occurred to him: if the residents of Eldon Court were unable to beat Danvers Converse through normal channels, why not pursue a more unorthodox route? Surely some organization would be opposed to the developers cutting down these magnificent trees and, hell, if the street's residents were lucky, maybe their street was the winter nesting ground for some endangered species! Jack smiled at his own cleverness. Okay, the endangered species, he realized, was probably pushing it. . . or was he? Jack started making a mental list: he would go online and research endangered species. . . maybe call the Sierra Club. . . god, he needed a pen and paper!
“Come on Ollie,” said Jack, tugging at the confused dachshund's leash. “We're going to go online and do some research.”
Just as he was turning back towards his house, movement in the back yard of Number Two Eldon Court caught his eye. Jack could hear Edgar's earlier admonishment to lock the door and answer it for no one, but curiosity got the best of him and he found himself veering from the sidewalk and onto the grass toward the backyard. As he got closer, he heard a familiar sound, although at first he couldn't quite place it. Then it occurred to him, the “hiss, chink” sound he was hearing was the sound of a shovel digging into earth and, as he peered around the shrubbery, his suspicions were confirmed. Standing in his back yard, shirtless and in flimsy-looking shorts, was Parker St. John, looking sweaty and gorgeous. In his hand was the shovel Jack had heard and Parker was standing in the midst of multiple holes, as if he had been digging all morning and looking for something. Jack didn't want to imagine what or who he was looking for but felt glued to the spot out of fear and, well, Parker was just so damned mesmerizing, especially with his shirt off, thickly furred chest on easy display. He stood there for a moment longer, finally reminding himself of his terrific idea to save
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