Chapter 3: Chapter 3

He pulled the ranch pickup in beside the designated hanger about ten minutes early. For mid-September, the day had turned unusually hot. He managed to get the truck in a strip of shade on the hangar’s north side. After rolling down the windows, he strolled around to the office area at the front to wait.

Within a few minutes, the sleek Learjet rolled in. A tall, slender man alighted…a man with sandy hair lightly touched with gray and keen gray eyes—a totally familiar looking man, except he wore crisp chinos and a striped golf shirt instead of Wrangler shirt and jeans.

Stace gulped. What kind of fuckin’ game is this? Why’s Jason pretending to be a client?Then he noticed a few subtle differences between the stranger and his boss, just enough to prove they weren’t identical twins or mirror images of one another. Some weird coincidence, anyway

The man strode over to him. “You from Rainbow Ranch?”