Josh followed Amy's car as she drove to the outskirts of town. On the way, he made a quick call to the office to check in.
“Josh?” Kelli the receptionist ventured as he was about to say goodbye. “What's going on? This place has gone…bipolar or something. Half the people are walking like zombies, and the other half are racing around like the place is on fire. Which, by the way, it isn't.”
“Talk to Carl.”
“I'm talking to you.”
Josh had no idea where to even begin. Before Kelli could grill him further, he said a hurried goodbye and turned his attention back to the road ahead.
Here I am, chasing Amy Deerham again, he thought, as he followed her dust as she turned onto a secondary road. No sooner had the thought entered his mind, when he saw her arm extend through her sunroof and give him a cheerful wave.
I'm not chasing this time, he thought. I'm following.
That, he decided, was both different and okay.
As they emerged from a tree lined stretch of road and topped a rise, Josh realized where he was: wine country. Once some of the richest farmland in the county, it was now home to some of the richest people. It was a patchwork of wealthy hobby farm estates and small wineries. Even as he cleared the hill, Josh could see in one glance the orderly rows of several vineyards, the white fencing of riding stables and pasture, and at least one private airstrip.
For someone in Josh's line of work, just driving through this neighborhood was a dream. The thought of actually ...