“He’d been told the owner prided himself on being the first one there each day. Knowing that, he had walked over from his nearby hotel around three this morning. Not that he’d been able to sleep, anyway. For the past hour, he’d talked with the guards and even joined in on a game of dice. The night had been better spent than if he’d stayed in Newport with Eddie underfoot and Da probably trying to give him romantic advice … as if Da had a clue.Krantz exited his coach and marched down the sidewalk....“Good morning, Mr. Krantz,” Jack said as he neared.“What are you doing here? It is not Monday,” Krantz replied without stopping.If Jack hadn’t seen the look of surprise on the older man’s face, he’d have thought his effort had failed.He fell in step behind Krantz, and then drew even. “I’m here anyway.”Krantz glanced his way, but kept up a pace that was amazing for such a portly man. “Why do you think I would care?”“Because now you know I’m the first buyer for this place who’s done more than what you ask.”Krantz stopped.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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