Page 296 of Devil’s Disciples

“Yes, Sir.”

“Porter?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“We’re pleased with her decision to see you. I’d like for you to know that. She speaks highly of you, as does George. In fact, George said you’re one of the finest men he’s ever had the opportunity to meet, and he’s met a few.”

I was shocked that he had talked to George about me, but it didn’t last long. If I had a daughter a special as Abby, I’d want to know everything abou the man who was seeing her as well.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“When the two of you get time, you need to come see us. Connecticut’s only a few hours by plane.”

I laughed to myself. “Actually, we’re planning a trip up there this fall.”

“Well, we look forward to meeting you. Keep us posted on the engagement, will you?”

“Yes, Sir. I will.”

“I’m sure Abby will call her mother as soon as she settles down.”

“I’m sure you’re right.”

“Is there anything else?”

“No, Sir.”

“Have a nice evening, Porter. Keep this number. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to call.”

“Thank you, Sir. Same to you.”

After hanging up, I peered over the top of the booth and searched the restaurant for George. Helping a couple to a few menus, he glanced in my direction. He gave me the thumbs up, and then the thumbs down. A shrug followed.

I gave the thumbs up.

He grinned and returned the gesture.

I had one more task to resolve. Well, two, actually.

* * *

I looked at the salesman in disbelief. “You either take cash, or you don’t. Which is it? If you don’t, I can make other arrangements, I just need some time.”

“We do take cash, Sir. I am not, however, certain that we can take that much cash.”

“Who do you need to ask to find out?”

He raised his index finger. “Hold on one moment, please.”

A gray-haired man who walked like he’d taken a college course on the subject paraded down the corridor in front of my thirty-something salesman.

After reaching the counter’s edge, he extended his hand. “Gilthrop Wilshire, Mister Reeves. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure. I was telling…”

I looked at the salesman, who was standing behind him.

“Winston,” he said.