“And I have something.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Dad.”
“Go to work in the morning.”
His voice was calm.
Not excited.
Not angry.
It was the voice he used whenever he had finally understood a difficult problem.
The following morning, at 7:46, my phone rang.
Dad.
“Get over here.”
“Where?”
“Richard’s house.”
“What happened?”
“Your boss just found out what was underneath his pool.”
I froze.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m not alone.”
“Who’s there?”
He told me.
I grabbed my keys.
The drive normally took twenty minutes.
h an attached spa and waterfall.
It was also in terrible condition.
The pump had failed.
Sections of pipe were damaged.
The filtration system needed replacement.
The water had turned dark green after months of poor circulation.
Dad prepared an estimate.
