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?

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 he's not losing money, he could

said he didn’t have any plans for

head. “Really? So why do you imagine he had an option on

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

wife… But they’re clearly all looking

his words over

Lawrence Klempner…

he

the rest of

talk as

couldn’t find any. So far as I can see,

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 a man

do

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

really is looking into the distance, scanning over field and

not just taking the air, are you? You’re

me.

worried about him?

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

mouth drying, “You think

be looking. But...” He rocks his hand back and

His words hang, half-said…

else though,”

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

He 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 known each other a long

of you

long-term colleagues. We

someone else,

head inclining.

partner? A brother? A lover? Someone close enough to get inside his head… Is

“Not that I’m aware of. But I’ll think about what you

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

his head,

James, Richard, Beth, Charlotte. You

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

don’t like Michael?

meeting of minds Jenny was opting for when she married him. It’s not as though he’s the brains of

not being fair

brow. “You think

he feels inside, James

what?” Klempner

“Michael… has emotional intelligence.”

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

Slaver... Trafficker… Murderer…

that. It doesn't mean it's

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

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

offended. More amused. “Perhaps. Still… she didn't read

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