Chapter Sixteen
Richard Lyle Mills An azure sky accentuated the emerald fairways of the Sunnyvale Golf and Country Club. Normally, the late autumn warmth would have filled the fairways with golfers, but the grounds were locked up tighter than a sardine can to accommodate the very private meeting of forty wealthy individuals from across North America. The usual caterers, staff and security of the Golf and Country Club had been replaced for this occasion by personnel, attired in black, from environs outside the local boundaries. The word ha...
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