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 time period… he's… well, if he's not losing money, he could have made a lot more by following his original

said he didn’t have

So why do you imagine he had an option on the place? He heads a multi-company international

in. My mind races. “But why would he do that? He’s an

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 game at the edge. Still, he pays his

turn his words

Lawrence Klempner…

much does he know

rest

as though you've

on Haswell and I couldn’t find any. So far as I can see, he's as honourable as big business ever allows.” He aims a finger at me. “You helped to protect Jenny, so he's trying

favour. A big favour. No offence meant, Kirstie,

do that

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

really is looking into

taking the air, are

me. “Baxter’s still

about

about him. He’s tried his best to hurt my family, in the 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

mouth drying, “You think he'll

He knows I'll be looking. But...” He rocks his hand back and forth... “Just in

His words hang, half-said…

something else though,” I say, “Isn’t

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

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

two of you were

but long-term colleagues.

someone else,

blinks, his head inclining. “Like

better than you, perhaps? A partner? A brother? A lover? Someone close

that I’m aware of. But I’ll think

lapses into silence and I begin to feel awkward. “You didn’t mention Michael,”

shakes his head, jolting slightly.

else; James, Richard, Beth, Charlotte. You

cracking a laugh. “I understand why

like Michael?

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

not being

cocks a brow. “You

with all the academic qualifications, the letters after his name, but whatever he feels inside, James isn’t good at

Klempner seems genuinely

“Michael… has emotional intelligence.”

Really? That's an idea I have trouble

Slaver... Trafficker… Murderer…

doesn't mean it's

muses. “It's something Mitch is

it's got to make you better at the job…” Then I choke on

seem offended. More amused. “Perhaps. Still… she

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