Janelle opened the door, stepped aside, and, with a sweeping motion with her arm, said, "Please come in."

Carter entered and Janelle closed the door. She scrutinized his face as his eyes swept across the room on a three-hundred-sixty-degree circle. But he gave nothing away.

"Carte-" she began.

"No. Let me get this off my chest. I can't wait anymore."

"Okay, take a seat. Can I get you a drink?" she asked.

He backed up and sat in the recliner then slid ...