Twenty-Nine Years Ago - Klempner
My phone rings…. Conners.
“Hey, Larry. Good news. I tried a cheeky offer. Since you’re a cash buyer, I went in twenty percent under what they were asking. They stalled at that, but I added back five percent and they’ve accepted.”
“Ah, that is good news. Well done, Frank…. What was…?”
He cuts me short. “And I have that info you wanted.”
“Which information are we talking about?”
“You wanted to know who owned the sites adjacent to Blessingmoors. I’ve got most of it in and the rest is on its way.”
He’s good….
“Fast work. Where do you want to meet?”
“Same place? That hotel? I can be there in twenty minutes.”
*****
I survey the spread of information on the table. Conners sits in silence, propping his chin on a fist.
He’s really f*****g good at his job
