To the Bone (David Wolf, #7)

by Jeff Carson

Just like the rest of the building, the space made him want to be out.

“What? I play golf, and it’s about five hundred yards to that road. I can tell.” “What’s that, like a driver and two three woods for you?” Chase asked with a straight face. Rachette appraised him and smiled. “And another chip and three putts, if I’m lucky.