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

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

said he didn’t have any

do you imagine he had an option on the place? He heads a multi-company international corporation, not a charity for retired friends and impecunious

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

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

turn his words over in my

Lawrence Klempner…

much does he know about

the rest

talk as though you've

as I can

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

didn’t do

not forget that. If you ever need my help, Kirstie, you can remember that I pay my debts too…” His gaze turns distant again… “…

realise that he’s not simply staring into space. He really is looking

not just taking the air, are

me. “Baxter’s still out

worried about

way, as a way of coming back at me.” His eyes flash fury. “I have no reason

mouth drying, “You think he'll

looking. But...” He rocks his hand back and forth... “Just in

His words hang, half-said…

something else though,” I say,

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

swipes a hand back over his head. “Baxter insisted that I betrayed him, and I still don't understand why. He said I’d abandoned him. Left him for the police. We've

of you

but long-term colleagues. We

it's someone

blinks, his head inclining.

A lover? Someone close enough to get inside his head… Is Baxter married? Is there a

his teeth. “Not that I’m aware of. But I’ll

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

his head, jolting slightly.

James, Richard, Beth,

a laugh. “I understand why my daughter is

don’t like Michael?

it’s a meeting of minds Jenny was opting for when she married him. It’s

not being

brow. “You

whatever he feels inside, James

Klempner

“Michael… has emotional intelligence.”

brow rises further. “Emotional intelligence? Really? That's an idea I

Slaver... Trafficker… Murderer…

It doesn't

too.” He muses. “It's something Mitch is strong on.

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

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

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