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Campbell grabbed her phone and punched the number one on the keypad. As soon as she heard Yancy’s voice, she asked, “What’s happened?”

“You’d better get back here pronto.”

“Hang the security concerns, what’s going on?”

“Maida’s Dwayne connected with Administration at Maple Trails,” Yancy replied. “Unfortunately, he spoke with the wrong person, and when that ditz at the front desk said she didn’t know anything about the situation with his mother, he blew a gasket. He’s filing a complaint against us for not keeping them informed.”

“Are we surprised?” However, Campbell was relieved that she’d left the voice messages for Bryce, despite not wanting to leave that kind of sensitive and worrisome information on a machine. “So where’s Bryce?”

“Barbie said he’s down inspecting the marina and the rest of the area. You know him, he’ll leave us all hanging while he makes the village believe he’s on top of things. Self-serving son of a—”

“I’m almost at the turnoff to go there. I’ll see what damage control I can do.” Campbell didn’t like the tension in her father’s voice. With things going from bad to worse, they couldn’t risk him having a relapse.

“I thought you were there.”

“When I learned Bryce still hadn’t arrived, I got another brainstorm and went to check into that.”

“That’s uncomfortably vague.”

“It’s the best I can do at the moment. Like you, this isn’t something I want to discuss over the wires.”

“How convenient.”

It reassured Campbell to hear a bit of the grump return to Yancy’s tone. “Would it help to know that I culled a resource?”

“It helps knowing you have any left.”

“Try to lie down for an hour,” she said as she entered the village. “I’ll bring lunch as soon as I finish with Bryce.”

When she pulled up to the booth, she greeted Kelsey with “I heard Bryce has arrived?”

Mischief lit the sunny blonde’s eyes. “Prepare yourself. Mr. Executive is minus a tie for the first time that I can remember, and he’s hiding those bedroom-brown eyes behind the darkest shades. I’ll bet you a bottle of tequila that he’s got a hickey under that turtleneck.”

There were too many Lefevres and Tyndells in the world for Campbell’s taste. “Remind me to suggest we wear gloves from now on whenever going into the administration building.”

“That’s an idea that’s bound to get you a standing ovation.”

Campbell nodded to the fork in the road. “Last I heard, he was down by the marina.”

“He’s moved from there. During our last radio check the boys said he’s schmoozing with the chairman of the Residents’ Committee.”

That would be Charles Denby, who also lived on the east side of the lake. “No doubt his house is one of those damaged.” Campbell suspected his insider knowledge of the job list allowed him to be at the top of the repair schedule. “Thanks for the warning. I’d like the minimum audience possible.”

“Interesting. Planning to go after a few jugulars?”

“Mostly in my mind. Barbie didn’t relay my calls this morning regarding Maida. Maida’s son now thinks we’re trying to hide something and is filing a complaint citing negligence—which is just the kind of opportunity Tyndell is looking for to replace us.”

“May all his children grow up to be rap enthusiasts.”

The only thing that kept Campbell from smiling was thinking of Bryce as a father. “To add to the cheery atmosphere, we’re trying to figure out whether or not he received my secondary emergency messages on his pager.”

“Gotcha. You’re saying staff needs to be aiming for sainthood at this point.”

“Oh, at the least.” Adding a droll salute, Campbell continued on.

Traffic remained light despite the approach of the lunch hour. Some residents were busy picking up debris, while others stood with neighbors, apparently discussing their night of interrupted rest. She waved frequently, but kept on course.

Bryce Tyndell’s black Lexus stood where Kelsey said it would be—in Denby’s driveway. Campbell pulled in and parked behind the glistening sedan, leaving just enough room for the GM of Maple Trails to maneuver around her—if he wanted to risk flattening Denby’s pampered azaleas. She found Bryce and Charles in the back studying the torn deck awning. One glance told her it wouldn’t be wise to ask why Charles hadn’t rolled it up last night when the first storm warnings were announced.

“Ah. Here’s our girl,” Bryce said upon spotting her. “We thought you went home for a nap.”

“Having been up for over twenty-four hours, who would blame me?” she replied in the same conversational tone. To Denby she added, “I’m sorry to see you caught a bad edge of that wind. Ike came by here after the worst of the storm passed and checked to make sure nothing inside was exposed to rain and that doors were secure. I suppose you were in another part of the house or back in bed by then.”

The retired golf pro with the eternal tan responded with a diplomat’s smoothness. “I saw someone out there. Bryce, did I mention seeing a guard? Remind me to note Security’s diligence at our next meeting with management. Campbell, do tell your people we’re grateful.”