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Jem was a baseballit as far as the farue California baseball teah he’d healed well enough to have a nore of activity, he’d never be able to throw a baseball the same He then became a water-sport man

“Listen, Mick, I know Tressa co soifted when it co when, where and how to move money around” He shot wide and pretended to care

“She told him to fuck himself”

He cringed Closed his eyes a

nd pictured hi the ocean on a finished schooner that looked ae

“She went that far?” he asked as the bank’s regional director, in fro With his own bag on his shoulder, he followed along, letting the older man set their pace

“She didn’t tell you?” The gray-haired lance Mick Hunter, in his late sixties, had a gaze that was as sharp as any Jem had ever seen Wrinkled skin and slowed pace aside, the -willed as ever

“Only that she’d been understandably upset and had said ht appropriate”

Nodding, Mick walked in the direction of Jeht so that he didn’t wear out the man he was there to appease—on his ex-wife’s behalf

“She needs this job, Mick” He couldn’t believe even Tressa had lost her composure to that extent Not at work

And wished he couldn’t believe that she’d let hi ill-prepared

“I can’t have the head office getting calls froers doesn’t have the ability to reel herself in”

“He called her a thief”

“He’s a bit senile, Je his most recent investment statement All she had to do was listen to his concerns and explain things to him And then, when he sa upset she was by his accusation, he apologized In person and in writing”

“Didn’t he offer to pay her off for her trouble?” Je a nine iron out of his bag, he lined up a shot for the tee If he focused, he’d aood at it “Usually when ato hide” Jem played his best card