It Was Not a Murder Chapter 19

In fact, there is no need to think too much. When Max complained to me about his work, a suitable candidate emerged in my mind.

I called Jack, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, and asked him to have dinner with me this week. But he apologized and said that the dinner was scheduled for next month.

"How about lunch?"

"Of course, but I'm always at the company at noon. You know, the location is a bit remote, so please drive here."

"Working on weekends?" I was a little surprised.