Chapter 3
After Justin walked out, check in hand, Barry found himself pacing his office. It was too late now, but he’d been tempted to rise as if to walk his “customer” to the door, pass him, and slam the door before Justin could leave. First, he would grab the slighter man and kiss him silly, and then he’d ask all those questions he was almost dying to know. Maybe it was best he had not done it, any of it.
Now he’d have to wait until next time. Of course, the twenty thousand would not be enough so Justin would have to return, appraisal and hat in hand, to ask for more. Maybe Barry could hold those added funds for ransom until he got his answers. Meanwhile, he’d have to convince the board of directors that this was a good investment—when he knew it was risky as hell. What did Justin know
