Alexander

The previous day...

I pulled into the parking lot of Wilshire Country Club just after ten on Sunday morning, the familiar sight of manicured greens stretching out before me. The valet approached before I'd even killed the engine.

"Good morning, Mr. Carter."

"Morning." I handed him the keys and headed toward the clubhouse.

The place was busy for a Sunday, members scattered across the grounds, enjoying the perfect LA weather. I nodded ...