"Tanya Rideout here."
"Tanya. This is Perry Harris."
Tanya turned away from her laptop and put her cellphone on speaker.
"Perry. I have been waiting for your call. Please tell me that you have some good news."
"Well a little of both, Tanya."
"Aw, fuck," Tanya sighed.
"Good news first."
"Well the good news is that we have managed to pull together enough people for you. Twenty in all. Enough to fill all your requirements, for now."
A huge smile came to Tanya's face.
"That's great, Perry. How soon can we get them here and working?"
"Well, we can have the crews there over the next couple days, but we have a bigger problem."
"Oh. So here comes the bad news."
"My buddy that supplied the site accommodations, sold his company yesterday."
Tanya took a deep breath.
"Let me guess. Jackson Lamont?"
"Well, he didn't say, for sure, but if I were a betting man, I would say that is your best bet."
"That Bastard. Can we get them anywhere else?"
"There is a company in Gander, but there's are all on site and there are a couple more in St. John's, but it will take a week to get them here and they will be expensive."
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...