What's Left is Right: Book two of The Detective Bill Ross Crime Series by Irving Munro
Authors: Irving Munro
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mom?”
“No, not yet, I was going to wait a few weeks, but I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”
“Okay, it’s a plan then. Whispering Hollow during the day on Saturday and then dinner at our place Saturday night. I’ll call and see if I can get a tee time. I can mix with the golf crowd while you two do the door-to-door. We’ll need to take two cars so we are not seen together. I will create a cover about wanting to play the course as I’m looking to buy a home in the neighborhood. Saturday can be a tough day on most courses to get a tee time, but I’ll call and see what happens. I’ll get back to you both later.”
~
“Whispering Meadows Golf Club pro shop, Glenn Stevens speaking, how may I help you?”
“Good morning, my name is Bill Ross and I’m looking into the possibility of buying a home there in your neighborhood. I am sure that Saturday is a busy time for you, but I was wondering if you could squeeze in a single this Saturday,”
“Yes, we’re very busy on a Saturday, but let me take a look. With it being the weekend before Thanksgiving and a little colder in the mornings now, I could give you an eight forty-seven tee time, Mr. Ross. You would be playing with Bob Wilson, Herman Stoltz and Jimmy Rodriguez. They are all local residents and members of our men’s golf association. They will be able to give you good pointers around the course and tell you about the neighborhood. Would that work for you?”
“That would be great, Glenn, and thank you for your help in making this happen for me. I’ll see you Saturday!”
Okay, that’s all set. Three locals, all members and regular Saturday morning MGA players, I should be able to get a good sense of what’s going on from them boys, thought Bill.
~
The sun was just rising on a chilly Texas morning when Bill left home to make the trip over to Whispering Meadows Golf Club. He had checked his golf bag to make sure he had enough balls, as playing a course for the first time can be tough and the Texas Hill Country courses are particularly challenging. These courses have hundred-yard force carries over the many canyons that cut through the hills around Lake Travis.
Bill loved the early morning, as the sun cast long shadows through the canyons. He drove along the Balcones Fault, a geological rift that was created millions of years ago and was responsible for what is today called the Texas Hill Country. The rivers that cut through this region—the Colorado, Brazos and Guadalupe—exposed the harder white limestone that formed these deep canyons. The Native American Indians considered the fault a sacred place and buried their dead in the many caves and crevices that peppered the canyon walls. They echoed the sound of the rivers as they made their journey south to the Gulf of Mexico.
He exited FM1431 and took Lohmans Ford Road towards Whispering Meadows. According to his GPS he had still another six miles to the golf course. He couldn’t help but notice the amount of construction that was taking place in this corner of Travis County. It seemed like around every corner another track of upscale homes was being built. A new high school had just opened and he passed a signed for a new marina planned for construction in 2017.
A couple of miles from the golf course the road took a sharp right-hand turn and for about a mile ran along the edge of a cliff with a sharp drop-off to Lake Travis below. A couple of homes had been built adjacent to the cliff, and one in particular had a stunning cantilever deck that protruded out over the edge. Bill was so taken by the design of the home that he almost lost control of his SUV as the road took a sharp left away from the cliff and dropped down to Whispering Meadows below. He could see the golf course in the distance and he regained his composure and got his mind back focused on the day ahead.
~
It was seven-fifty and the parking lot was already full. There were golf buggies flying around the lot at breakneck
“No, not yet, I was going to wait a few weeks, but I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”
“Okay, it’s a plan then. Whispering Hollow during the day on Saturday and then dinner at our place Saturday night. I’ll call and see if I can get a tee time. I can mix with the golf crowd while you two do the door-to-door. We’ll need to take two cars so we are not seen together. I will create a cover about wanting to play the course as I’m looking to buy a home in the neighborhood. Saturday can be a tough day on most courses to get a tee time, but I’ll call and see what happens. I’ll get back to you both later.”
~
“Whispering Meadows Golf Club pro shop, Glenn Stevens speaking, how may I help you?”
“Good morning, my name is Bill Ross and I’m looking into the possibility of buying a home there in your neighborhood. I am sure that Saturday is a busy time for you, but I was wondering if you could squeeze in a single this Saturday,”
“Yes, we’re very busy on a Saturday, but let me take a look. With it being the weekend before Thanksgiving and a little colder in the mornings now, I could give you an eight forty-seven tee time, Mr. Ross. You would be playing with Bob Wilson, Herman Stoltz and Jimmy Rodriguez. They are all local residents and members of our men’s golf association. They will be able to give you good pointers around the course and tell you about the neighborhood. Would that work for you?”
“That would be great, Glenn, and thank you for your help in making this happen for me. I’ll see you Saturday!”
Okay, that’s all set. Three locals, all members and regular Saturday morning MGA players, I should be able to get a good sense of what’s going on from them boys, thought Bill.
~
The sun was just rising on a chilly Texas morning when Bill left home to make the trip over to Whispering Meadows Golf Club. He had checked his golf bag to make sure he had enough balls, as playing a course for the first time can be tough and the Texas Hill Country courses are particularly challenging. These courses have hundred-yard force carries over the many canyons that cut through the hills around Lake Travis.
Bill loved the early morning, as the sun cast long shadows through the canyons. He drove along the Balcones Fault, a geological rift that was created millions of years ago and was responsible for what is today called the Texas Hill Country. The rivers that cut through this region—the Colorado, Brazos and Guadalupe—exposed the harder white limestone that formed these deep canyons. The Native American Indians considered the fault a sacred place and buried their dead in the many caves and crevices that peppered the canyon walls. They echoed the sound of the rivers as they made their journey south to the Gulf of Mexico.
He exited FM1431 and took Lohmans Ford Road towards Whispering Meadows. According to his GPS he had still another six miles to the golf course. He couldn’t help but notice the amount of construction that was taking place in this corner of Travis County. It seemed like around every corner another track of upscale homes was being built. A new high school had just opened and he passed a signed for a new marina planned for construction in 2017.
A couple of miles from the golf course the road took a sharp right-hand turn and for about a mile ran along the edge of a cliff with a sharp drop-off to Lake Travis below. A couple of homes had been built adjacent to the cliff, and one in particular had a stunning cantilever deck that protruded out over the edge. Bill was so taken by the design of the home that he almost lost control of his SUV as the road took a sharp left away from the cliff and dropped down to Whispering Meadows below. He could see the golf course in the distance and he regained his composure and got his mind back focused on the day ahead.
~
It was seven-fifty and the parking lot was already full. There were golf buggies flying around the lot at breakneck
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