After a few hours of work he got up, grabbed a bottle of water from the office refrigerator and carried it to his desk. He sat down, opened it and took a long sip while thinking about his earlier altercation with Sheri Summers. He smiled. She was a lot different than he remembered. He reached over and turned on his computer as he began dialing the phone. A few seconds later Kenneth Fields answered. “Kenneth, it’s Jordan.” “Hey buddy, what’s up? How are you? Where are you now?” “I’m doing okay. I’m at the Crescent Island property.” “How’s the project coming?” “Good. We’ve made amazing progress since you were last here. We should be finishing up soon.” “Any more problems with the locals?” he asked. “No, nothing too major, nothing we can’t handle on-site.” “Good, so what can I do for you?” Kenneth asked. “I’m not sure if this is anything or not, but I wanted to keep you in the loop and I wanted your thoughts.” “Sure, what’s happening?”
