Chapter 21
Maria’s father walked into her living room. He was tall and cut an imposing, confident figure. His cropped silver hair was a stark contrast to his tanned skin and he wore a dark suit with a white shirt, no tie. The man stared at Frank for a moment with a hint of surprise which quickly turned to a broad smile.
“This is my friend, Frank,” said Maria, before turning to Frank. “And this is my dad, Peter.”
“Pleased to meet you, Frank.” Both men shook hands. Peter Chapman spoke with the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it.
Frank felt an uneasy tension for a moment as if Peter was aware of what he was about to ask. Perhaps Maria had mentioned something to him on the phone?
Maria made some green tea and they sat around the coffee table in the breakfast roo
