He had a feeling the farmer enjoyed all this excitement and wanted to be involved. How to keep Charley out of it, he didn't know.It ran through his mind, a trip to Hopkins’ room might be in order for tonight, but on the other hand, maybe he should wait until he knew more about Jamey's planned return. Then he'd have enough information to verify Carl's hacking skills.Heading to his office, he decided to try concentrating on the projects piled on his desk. This Jamey thing ate at him so much he couldn't focus. How he'd like to see that woman pay for what she'd done.* * * *Bob stayed his distance from a very agitated Jamey as she shouted orders to the servants and stormed through the house, clothes draped over her arm.He finally followed her upstairs to the bedroom where he stood in the doorway watching her open and shut drawers. Then she reached into the closet, yanked out a suitcase and plopped it onto the bed."Honey, what are you doing?” he asked, throwing his hands up in desperation.
