I scrutinize that crack in my footprint.

Need to get new boots soon…

Or I’ll have wet feet…

“I'm scared,” I admit.

His voice is soft. “Of what? Committing? To him?”

“No, not exactly. What if it all went wrong?”

I know that I sound like some spoiled child, complaining about homework or the wrong cookies with my milk, but the words keep coming… “What if I lost my job? Or Ryan was doing badly? If we couldn’t pay, we could lose everything.”

Klempner shrugs. “So, what’s the difference with that to paying rent for the rest of your life? That’s always going to be money down the drain. If you’re on a mortgage, you’re building it up.” He sniffs, scratches his nose. “It seems to me, that you need to sort out your priorities; to decide what it is you really want…”

He’s making a lot of sense…

But he keeps talking. “… Too many people go through life making do. If you fuck up what you really want, you could spend the next twenty years of your life regretting it, before you get another chance.”

“Like you did?”

His gaze goes distant, staring off down at the lake. “Like I did.”

Why are you talking to me like this?

Lawrence Klempner in the role of agony aunt…

However, my good sense rules and I keep that thought firmly inside my head where it belongs.

But I do keep speaking. “It’s just… it’s such a huge amount of money. I’m really worried we can’t afford it.”

Klempner sucks at his cheeks. “You work for Haswell? Do I have that right? And he’s arranging the purchase for this Mill you want to buy?”

“Yes, that's right.”

“And your Ryan, what does he do?”

“He owns his own company. They make heating and ventilation systems. He's doing a lot of contract work right now for James and Richard.”

“He’s the company director?”

“He is, yes.”

“So… his files are a matter of public record. Haswell probably has a very good idea of what he's worth too. And he knows what size of orders Ryan’s company is likely to pull in over the next few years?”

“I suppose so.”

Klempner huffs. “There’s no suppose about it. You don't get into Haswell’s position without having a knack for putting a value on people.” He levels a finger at me. “If he thinks you can afford it, you can afford it. And he’s the one offering you the sale and setting the price.”

Still I hesitate.

He lets out air. “Kirstie, you do realise that Haswell's selling it to you under value?”

He is?

it on at the same price

the agreed interest rate and the time period… he's… well, if he's not

didn’t have any plans

brows, tilts his head. “Really? So why do you imagine he had an option on

he’s saying to me sinks in. My mind races. “But why would he do that? He’s an important man. He doesn’t have to help

out what’s going on with them all in there…” He thumbs back into the house… “Jenny, James, Haswell and his wife… But they’re clearly all looking out for each other… Haswell seems a decent enough man. But

his words

Lawrence Klempner…

does he know about

rest of

as though

smile. “Once… in my previous life… I went looking for skeletons on Haswell and I couldn’t find any. So far as I can see, he's as honourable as big business ever

collective family wing. Haswell’s making his best effort to do you a favour. A big favour. No offence meant, Kirstie, but there're not too many women in your position who would be made an offer like that by a man like him;

do that

raised the alarm when Ben might have murdered Jenny and Mitch. And you identified Baxter as Jenny’s kidnapper.” He muses then smiles. “Haswell aside, I’ll not forget

that he’s not simply staring into space. He really is looking into the distance, scanning over field and lake

not just taking the air, are you?

me. “Baxter’s still

worried about

me.” His eyes flash fury. “I have no reason to believe he’s given up

drying, “You think he'll

I'll be looking. But...” He rocks his hand back and forth...

His words hang, half-said…

something else though,” I say, “Isn’t

curses under his breath, then breathes in, lets it out. He paces, circles, then meets

him, and I still don't understand why. He said I’d abandoned him. Left him for the police. We've known each other a long time. He knows I wouldn't behave like that.

of

but long-term colleagues. We knew

someone

head

A lover? Someone close

aware of. But I’ll think about what

begin to

shakes his head, jolting slightly.

else; James, Richard,

“I understand why

like Michael? Everyone likes

simply don’t think it’s a meeting of minds Jenny was opting for when she married him. It’s not as though he’s the

not being fair

a brow. “You think

academic qualifications, the letters after his name, but whatever he feels inside, James isn’t good at expressing it well. And he doesn’t

Klempner seems

“Michael… has emotional intelligence.”

further. “Emotional intelligence? Really? That's

Slaver... Trafficker… Murderer…

realise that. It doesn't mean it's

“It's something Mitch is strong

to make you better at the job…” Then I choke on my

offended. More amused. “Perhaps.

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