I planned to stay into the night if that's what it took, unless my client objected. I didn't think he'd care, as long as the job got done.The golfers were back in full swing with no cops in sight, though crime-scene tape surrounded the lake where they had recovered the machete. Did that mean the police were out looking for Kevin now? No, they hadn't identified him yet. At least I hoped they hadn't, and sitting around worrying wasn't going to do anyone any good. Doug may have been a schmuck as a husband, but he'd always been a great dad. He would find Kevin, and we'd straighten everything out.For now I needed to boot my organized and efficient self back into action. I was relieved that Steve Featherstone's rental car wasn't in the driveway. No need for explanations about my long lunch. I'd get straight to work and impress him with how much I could accomplish in one afternoon.I carried some boxes from the stash in my Durango into the house and packed up the books I'd sorted for the library's used-book sale.
