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Authors: Blindsided (A Thriller)
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you felt your friend Joe’s death triggered the last dream. What do you think triggered this one?”
I told her about the churning charges, my court appearance, the fellow who’d threatened me.
“That’s a lot of stress for anyone, Matt. I’m not qualified to advise you on your professional issues, but I do think you need to find relief, an outlet for some of this stress. Can you take a day off? Go fishing?”
“I’ve never been much of a fisherman. I do play golf.”
“Perfect. Get up a foursome. Do it today.”
Why not? A little client golf might be just the ticket. I could relax, do a little bonding with some of my better clients, maybe even avoid any further bad news or threats.
At the office, I booked a one o’clock tee time at the Longboat Key Country Club. In three more calls, I had my foursome: Luis Santoro, prominent antique dealer. Tom Westerkamp, retired ad guru. Greg Alwes, real estate developer. A good, congenial group.
I worked like a banshee the rest of the morning, skipped lunch. Eddie and I bolted out the door at twelve-thirty. “Have a good time,” I heard Rosemary call after us.
We met in the clubhouse, walked to the first tee together. Next to me, Eddie pranced around like a pup.
I was the last to hit. I took a couple of practice swings with my driver, cleared my mind. Took a cleansing breath. Swung. From behind me, Eddie took off like a rocket. Joyfully, he ran down the fairway after the ball, tracking it down, positioning himself next to it to let me know where it was.
“I knew about bird dogs,” Greg said watching him, “I’ve never seen a golf dog before.”
“You should get one,” Luis said, his voice soft, resonant. “Maybe, you wouldn’t lose so many balls.”
“The way Greg hits ‘em, any dog would be worn out after the first hole,” Tom added, laughing.
Caught up in the banter, I felt myself relax. Dr. Swarthmore had been right. I’d needed this. So had Eddie.
We played nine, had drinks and told stories in the bar, went into the dining room for dinner. Told more stories over dinner. At one point, Tom had me laughing so hard that tears streamed down my face. I hated for the meal, the camaraderie to end. After saying good-bye to each of them in the parking lot, Eddie and I got in the Saab, headed to the office. I wanted to see what had gone on this afternoon.
Pinned to the back of my desk chair so I couldn’t miss it, I found a note from Rosemary:
Matt, Two things you should know. Fowler called. Wants you to call him at his office as soon as possible. He said to call even if it’s late. Wouldn’t tell me what this was about. Also, a strange man came looking for you. When I said you weren’t here, he got really angry. He said you knew he was coming? I couldn’t find an appointment. I tried to make one, but he stormed out. Sorry. R.
He’d kept his threat. Whatever he wanted, I had a feeling, I’d just made it worse, even if I was following doctor’s orders.
Chapter 13
I couldn’t do anything about him then, but I could take care of Fowler. I looked in the rolodex for his card, found his office number and dialed it, thinking he wouldn’t be there and I’d leave a message.
To my surprise, he answered. “Mr. Seattle, thank you for returning my call. I wonder if you might clarify something for me.”
“I’ll try.”
“Mr. Jesso’s records indicate a thousand shares of P&G purchased on April 6th and sold on May 12th. Two-hundred-fifty shares of Dell purchased on June 1st and sold July 1st. Three-hundred-fifty shares of G.E. purchased June 23rd and sold June 30th. Six-hundred shares of Pfizer purchased on June 28th and sold on July 10th. What can you tell me about those transactions?”
“I don’t think I can tell you
I told her about the churning charges, my court appearance, the fellow who’d threatened me.
“That’s a lot of stress for anyone, Matt. I’m not qualified to advise you on your professional issues, but I do think you need to find relief, an outlet for some of this stress. Can you take a day off? Go fishing?”
“I’ve never been much of a fisherman. I do play golf.”
“Perfect. Get up a foursome. Do it today.”
Why not? A little client golf might be just the ticket. I could relax, do a little bonding with some of my better clients, maybe even avoid any further bad news or threats.
At the office, I booked a one o’clock tee time at the Longboat Key Country Club. In three more calls, I had my foursome: Luis Santoro, prominent antique dealer. Tom Westerkamp, retired ad guru. Greg Alwes, real estate developer. A good, congenial group.
I worked like a banshee the rest of the morning, skipped lunch. Eddie and I bolted out the door at twelve-thirty. “Have a good time,” I heard Rosemary call after us.
We met in the clubhouse, walked to the first tee together. Next to me, Eddie pranced around like a pup.
I was the last to hit. I took a couple of practice swings with my driver, cleared my mind. Took a cleansing breath. Swung. From behind me, Eddie took off like a rocket. Joyfully, he ran down the fairway after the ball, tracking it down, positioning himself next to it to let me know where it was.
“I knew about bird dogs,” Greg said watching him, “I’ve never seen a golf dog before.”
“You should get one,” Luis said, his voice soft, resonant. “Maybe, you wouldn’t lose so many balls.”
“The way Greg hits ‘em, any dog would be worn out after the first hole,” Tom added, laughing.
Caught up in the banter, I felt myself relax. Dr. Swarthmore had been right. I’d needed this. So had Eddie.
We played nine, had drinks and told stories in the bar, went into the dining room for dinner. Told more stories over dinner. At one point, Tom had me laughing so hard that tears streamed down my face. I hated for the meal, the camaraderie to end. After saying good-bye to each of them in the parking lot, Eddie and I got in the Saab, headed to the office. I wanted to see what had gone on this afternoon.
Pinned to the back of my desk chair so I couldn’t miss it, I found a note from Rosemary:
Matt, Two things you should know. Fowler called. Wants you to call him at his office as soon as possible. He said to call even if it’s late. Wouldn’t tell me what this was about. Also, a strange man came looking for you. When I said you weren’t here, he got really angry. He said you knew he was coming? I couldn’t find an appointment. I tried to make one, but he stormed out. Sorry. R.
He’d kept his threat. Whatever he wanted, I had a feeling, I’d just made it worse, even if I was following doctor’s orders.
Chapter 13
I couldn’t do anything about him then, but I could take care of Fowler. I looked in the rolodex for his card, found his office number and dialed it, thinking he wouldn’t be there and I’d leave a message.
To my surprise, he answered. “Mr. Seattle, thank you for returning my call. I wonder if you might clarify something for me.”
“I’ll try.”
“Mr. Jesso’s records indicate a thousand shares of P&G purchased on April 6th and sold on May 12th. Two-hundred-fifty shares of Dell purchased on June 1st and sold July 1st. Three-hundred-fifty shares of G.E. purchased June 23rd and sold June 30th. Six-hundred shares of Pfizer purchased on June 28th and sold on July 10th. What can you tell me about those transactions?”
“I don’t think I can tell you
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