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?

was selling it on at the same price

terms of payment, the agreed interest rate and the time period… he's… well, if he's not losing money, he could have

have any

had an option on the place? He

hackles rise. “I’m not a secretary.” Then what’s he’s saying to me sinks in. My mind races. “But why would

pursing his lips. “I’ve not truly worked 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.

turn his words over in

Lawrence Klempner…

does he know

the rest of

talk as though you've

“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

meant, Kirstie, but there're not

didn’t do that

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

I realise that he’s not simply staring into space. He really is looking into the distance, scanning over

the air, are you?

me.

about

worst possible way, as a way of coming back at me.” His eyes flash fury. “I have no reason to believe he’s given up on that.” He chews

“You think he'll

certainly not. He knows I'll be looking. But...” He rocks his hand back and forth... “Just

His words hang, half-said…

something else though,” I say, “Isn’t

in, lets it out. He paces, circles,

why. He said I’d abandoned him. Left him for the police. We've known each other a long time. He knows I

two of

but long-term colleagues. We knew each other

it's someone else,

head

lover? Someone close enough to

his teeth. “Not that I’m aware

I begin to feel awkward. “You

head, jolting slightly.

about everyone else; James, Richard, Beth, Charlotte. You didn't mention

his eyes are cracking a laugh. “I understand why

like Michael? Everyone likes

didn’t say I don’t like him. I 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 brains of the operation

being fair

brow. “You think

qualifications, the letters after his name, but whatever he

what?” Klempner

“Michael… has emotional intelligence.”

Really? That's an idea

Slaver... Trafficker… Murderer…

It doesn't mean it's

“It's something Mitch is strong

you better at the job…” Then I choke on my own words. “Oh, God… I’m sorry… I didn’t

More amused. “Perhaps. Still…

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