Chapter Four
Jack Grant slumped down in the chair next to the pool. Vogel, tired now from all the standing, had finally given in to the pain and returned to his wheelchair. “Let us retire outside where we can talk freely,” he had said.
They sat in the shade, under a parasol, cooler than the direct burning heat. Drinks had been brought by one of the suits; vodka. Jack Grant took a slug of the vodka and started to work out all the variables and plays in his mind. He was at the centre of a steel trap; a nudge to the left or the right and a spike would cut him in half. The two old enemies, two old men, stared at each other; the blue reflection from the swimming pool gave their faces a serious gravity and intensity. But then again, discussing murder was a serious and intense business.
Finall
