He’d had calls from Oregon on Sunday saying loads were going to be late getting to Tennessee. That was just a sticky mess. Spencer made a few more phone calls and lumber was on its way. Chuck had called and let him know of a concrete shortage for the next week. Been there done that. Again, a few Sunday phone calls and that section of concrete they needed to pour would be filled. What had him pacing the damn floor all day yesterday and now in his office doing the same as the sun was bright in his window, was Julie leaving with Randy from the bar and Avery commenting that she hadn’t seen her since. He’d driven by the house. Her car was still parked where she’d left it. It wasn’t so much her leaving, and God only knowing what went on, it was that no one would tell him anything. Avery said she hadn’t seen her or talked to her, but then she’d been busy. When he’d called Clara she let him have it. “It’s none of your business what they did or didn’t do. I’m not telling you crap.”
