Jam Room by Bart Lessard

“Glad you could make it,” the homeowner said. “A busy man like yourself, on three weeks’ notice.”

“Sure thing. Contract’s a promise, right? There’ll be new drawings? Where’s that architect, anyhow? First meeting he’s missed.”

“He’s done here. I’d just like this to be between you and me.”

“No college boy–hourly, eh? Ching-ching.”

“He came cheap. The upstairs addition—nothing left but the trim work.”