Mitra's Last Hustle by Philip Beck

Author:Philip Beck [Beck, Philip]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781711301259
Published: 2019-11-26T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 29

The sun came up early, and the crisp ocean breeze drifted through our room. Maggie and I soon awoke and walked around the scenic resort grounds while Pete slept in. After inspecting the tennis facility and the first tee of the golf course, we walked into the cozy poolside restaurant for some breakfast.

Maggie glanced through the menu and then looked over at me. “Where are we going today?”

“Joe’s game is in Hyannis Port against the Sharks.”

“Let’s leave early and see the Presidential Compound. It’s right on the harbor. I’ve seen it so many times on television.”

I nodded. “Great idea. There’s a lot of history there. It will be nice to see everything in person.”

Hyannis Port was only twenty-two miles away on the south side of the Cape. But the Mid-Cape Highway was overflowing with bumper-to-bumper weekend traffic, so the trip took over an hour. Maggie looked at the travel app on her phone. “Exit at Yarmouth Road and turn south.”

After a few minutes, Maggie glanced over at me. “Shall we go down to the harbor now?”

“We have plenty of time before the game, let’s go.”

Just as we reached the parking lot north of the harbor, raindrops started to hit the windshield.

Pete looked out the window. “Those look like storm clouds moving in.”

I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket and looked at the address at the top.

“What are you looking at?” inquired Maggie.

“It’s the address of Cape Econometrics and Program Management—one of the boutique consulting firms that Raj is using on the integration project.”

“Are they here in Hyannis Port?”

“As a matter of fact, they are. We usually just wire payments to their bank account. I’ve never seen any correspondence directly from this location.”

Maggie smiled. “This certainly would be a nice place to work. I guess consultants can put up their shingle anywhere. Do you want to kill some time and take a look at their headquarters?”

“Why not? Raj is pretty protective about the relationship, but just driving by their offices wouldn’t hurt anything. It’s the weekend, nobody would be there anyway.”

Maggie grabbed her cell phone. “What’s the address? I’ll look it up.”

“Five-ten Main Street.”

We arrived in five minutes, but it wasn’t what I expected. A tourist T-shirt store occupied 508 and a tattoo parlor operated at 512. Pete looked over at me. “This can’t be the right address—it’s an Indian restaurant. Maybe you wrote down the wrong number? Maybe they moved?”

I looked at the piece of paper again. “That’s really strange. Let me run in and talk to someone.”

While I waited for the traffic to pass, a fiftyish man with graying hair unlocked the door and walked inside. Quickly, I followed him into the restaurant. The interior was dark except for the bright lights in the kitchen area. The smell of Indian food permeated the air as several people appeared to be in the kitchen preparing today’s dinner. Then the man with graying hair turned to look at me. I could only see his silhouette. “We’re not open yet.

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