Now, driving in slow traffic, in the Cayenne, she checked them. Two were voice mail messages, one from Stu and the other from Dave Holman. The third was a text from B., giving her a street address on Camelback for her 3:00 p.m. appointment with Eugene Lowensdahl. She knew the number in the 3200 block of Camelback meant that the office had to be in the general neighborhood of Biltmore Fashion Park. Despairingly, she examined the jeans and casual sandals she’d donned early that morning when she had gone to visit her parents at Sedona Shadows. Jeans and sandals may have been fine for whatever she’d done so far today in Sedona and Cottonwood, but her next task was to dazzle a Chief Restructuring Officer. Unfortunately, one of his near neighbors turned out to be none other than a Neiman Marcus store. No, in that kind of upscale enclave, what Ali was wearing right now simply wouldn’t cut it. With a sigh, she headed home to change clothes. Realizing B. was probably on his way to the airport by now, she was about to dial her husband’s number when her phone rang with Dave Holman on the line.
