Jars had set his alarm to go off at six forty-five. He needn’t have bothered. Although he had fallen asleep more easily than he imagined he might, he found himself waking long before the alarm. If all went well he would be meeting Nikki for breakfast at eight. Rousing had come in stages; from somewhere […]

Jars kept the Land Rover pointed northwest, heading to Cooperstown where he’d spend the night before continuing on in the morning after breakfast. If he was still alive. He’d opted for a leisurely, scenic drive along State Route 28, one that would carry him from Highland to Cooperstown, sending him through the picturesque Catskills where […]

Sten couldn’t imagine what Jars wanted to talk with him about. Given the time and place his friend had chosen it could have made for fertile speculation. But although Jars had complimented him more than once on his legal creativity he’d long ago found that trying to guess what the unpredictable CEO of Synapzius had in mind was an exercise in futility.

A glance at his watch confirmed what Sten already knew: Jars was late. Only eight minutes but, for anyone who knew him, Jars being late was tantamount to Warren Buffett being on the losing end of a stock trade. It may have happened. Once.