"Charlie-"
"Go, man. I find somethin', I call you. We find nathan by midnight, we gone, right? That was the deal, right? Right?"
Lyle sighed. "Right."
He realized he should have rescheduled his women's club talk, or canceled it altogether. What good was wooing new sitters, no matter how well-heeled, if he wasn't going to be in business after tonight? He never should have struck that deal with Charlie, or at least should have insisted on three days instead of two.
Cool it with the negativity, he told himself. We're going to find Tara tonight. I know it.
And then these Forest Hills ladies would be cat fighting to book sittings with him.