The Patriots Club
Chapter One
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Thomas Bolden checked over his shoulder. The two men were still a half block behind. They’d kept the same distance since he’d noticed them soon after coming out of the hotel. He wasn’t sure why they bothered him. Both were tall and clean-cut, about his age. They were respectably dressed in dark slacks and overcoats. At a glance, they appeared unthreatening. They could be bankers headed home after a late night at the office. College buddies hurrying to the Princeton Club for a last round before closing. More likely, they were two of the approximately three hundred guests who had suffered through the dinner given in his honor.
And yet . . . they disturbed him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” said Bolden. “What were you saying?”
“Where are you going to put it?” Jennifer Dance asked. “You know ... read full excerpt from The Patriots Club ebook
