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?

at the same price he paid for

interest rate and the time period…

didn’t have any plans

arches brows, tilts his head. “Really? So why do you imagine he had an option on the place? He heads a multi-company international corporation, not a charity for retired friends and

My mind races. “But why would he

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. But you can be sure that to be where he is, he’s been playing the

turn his words

Lawrence Klempner…

does he

rest of

talk as though you've

He eye-flashes me, suppressing a 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

Kirstie, but there're not too many women in your position

didn’t do that

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. If you ever need my help, Kirstie, you can remember that I pay my debts too…” His gaze

into space. He really is looking

not just taking the air, are

at me. “Baxter’s still

about him? I

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

mouth drying, “You think

looking. But...” He rocks

His words hang, half-said…

though,” I say,

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

I still don't understand why. He said I’d abandoned him. Left him for the police.

two of

friends exactly, but long-term colleagues. We knew each

it's someone

head inclining. “Like

partner? A brother? A lover? Someone close enough to

aware of.

begin to feel

his head, jolting slightly.

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

snorts, but his eyes are cracking a laugh. “I understand why my daughter

like Michael? Everyone likes

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

being fair

cocks a brow.

academic qualifications, the letters after his name, but whatever he feels inside, James

what?” Klempner

“Michael… has emotional intelligence.”

intelligence? Really? That's an idea I have

Slaver... Trafficker… Murderer…

realise that. It doesn't mean

that too.” He muses. “It's something Mitch

was a hooker? I suppose if you can read people it's got to make you better

he doesn’t seem offended. More amused. “Perhaps.

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