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?

said he was selling it on at the same price he

offering you. With the terms of payment, the agreed interest rate and the time period… he's… well, if

didn’t have

option on the place? He heads a multi-company international corporation, not a charity for retired friends

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

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

his words over in

Lawrence Klempner…

much does he

rest

talk as

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 big business ever allows.” He aims a finger at me. “You helped to protect Jenny, so

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

didn’t do that

“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 turns distant again…

He really is looking into the distance, scanning

the air, are you? You’re

sidelong at me. “Baxter’s still

about

His eyes flash fury. “I have no reason to believe he’s given up on that.” He chews his lower lip,

“You think

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

His words hang, half-said…

else though,” I say, “Isn’t

lets it out. He paces, circles,

understand why. He said I’d abandoned him. Left him for the police. We've known each other

two of you

long-term colleagues. We knew

someone

his head

who knows him better than you, perhaps? A partner? A brother? A lover? Someone close enough to get inside his head… Is Baxter married?

“Not that I’m aware of. But I’ll

into silence and I begin to feel awkward. “You didn’t

his head, jolting

James, Richard, Beth, Charlotte. You

cracking a laugh. “I understand why my daughter is married to Eye-Candy

Michael?

don’t like him. I simply don’t think it’s a meeting of minds Jenny was opting for when she married

not being fair on

cocks a brow. “You think

name, but whatever he feels inside, James isn’t good at

Klempner

“Michael… has emotional intelligence.”

“Emotional intelligence? Really?

Slaver... Trafficker… Murderer…

realise that. It doesn't

“It's something

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

doesn’t seem offended. More amused. “Perhaps. Still… she didn't read me

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