Chapter 67

• The tavern was dark and smoky. The gravelly wail of a country-western singer poured from a small speaker while the howls of men playing tennis almost outshine the song.
• Edison was bent over the cue ball, eyes narrowed while he set up his shot.
• “Hey, Edison.” Ross casually chalked his cue on the opposite side of the table. “Did I mention that boss was entertaining a beautiful woman in his cabin when I stopped by this afternoon?”