“I got a phone call,” she began, “from a businessman that owns several high-end restaurants in the DFW area. He wants me to run the Silver Fox.” No recognition flickered across Cash’s face, so she went on, “It’s a big step up from where I was. The salary is an improvement, and I’ve been looking for an opportunity like it for a while.” “Will you take it?” “I haven’t decided yet, but it has the potential to solve several problems.” “Back in Fort Worth?” Rebecca scowled. “Yes.” “That’s great.” Cash spoke with a wooden voice, his eyes devoid of emotion.
