A Woman With A Mystery. B.J. Daniels
Someone was at the gate.
She walked to the front door, the intercom continuing to buzz, and waited for him. He could see the irritating sound was wearing on her and wondered why she didn’t answer it.
Then it struck him: she didn’t want him to know who it was!
He stopped to admire one of the commendations on the Wellington wall of fame. Dr. August Wellington had been honored for his work during World War II. How nice.
“Good day, Mr. Rawlins,” Inez said pointedly as she opened the door.
“Shouldn’t you get that?” The buzzing was getting to him as well. But now he really wanted to know who was at the gate. He waited, pretending to admire another one of the awards.
Glaring, she reached over and hit the intercom. That was the problem with gated communities. The damned guard at the gate.
“Yes?” she demanded.
The loud voice of the overweight guard who’d let Slade in echoed through the entryway. “Dr. O’Brien from Evergreen Institute is down here. He says it’s of utmost importance.” It was obvious Dr. O’Brien had been giving the guard a hard time from the tone of the man’s voice.
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