Tuesday Afternoon, July 5th
BETHANY COULD SEE THE TG van parking just up ahead. ‘Be an adult,’ she chided herself. ‘It’s just business. She’s not interested in a woman your age.’
She saw both front doors of the vehicle swing open up ahead. The rear door opened from the inside too. She made a relieved sound. They wouldn’t be alone. That should take the pressure off. Her relief turned to confusion when none of the three people grabbing gear out of the back of the van turned out to be Renn.
She stopped just behind them and got out.
A man turned toward her. “Are you Bethany French from the Conservancy?”
She nodded. “Just the three of you or is Renn...Doctor Sowell on the way?”
“She didn’t tell you when she called you to ask if you could do this today?”
“She texted me. Tell me what?”
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