10
WHEN IT WAS TIME TO GO, I had not yet made a decision about how seriously to take Minke Kluysters’ request.
We said our polite goodbyes in the marble hallway and the driver picked me up from the house’s entrance. I took in the opulence of the hall and rooms I could see. It would be the only time I’d ever be allowed near this man or his personal residence.
He shook my hand on the porch. “I’m looking forward to working closer together. I think you’re a man of high integrity.”
“Well, I hope that you can match that.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry. I will.”
And then I got into the waiting car. The driver shut the door and slipped behind the wheel and we went back over the road that crossed the green lawns of the golf course and the carefully manicured gardens and ponds.
Well, that was one
