Chapter 73

“My calls weren’t returned so I felt I had to make a personal visit. Mr. Montaine, pleased to meet you. I’m Paul Blanchfield.”

Those weird messages. Jared shook his smooth hand. “I’m a little busy, Paul. What do you want?”

“It’s not what I want, Mr. Montaine, it’s what you want. You want some security for your refuge, yes? Some financial stability, I presume?”

“What’s your angle?” Not another reporter looking for a story. This man was more than that

“May we sit down? An old war injury, you understand, I can’t stand for very long. We could sit in the car.”

“Come in here. We’ve got picnic tables.”

Blanchfield looked pained for a second. “Certainly. That would be fine.”

Jared opened the gate enough for the man to slip through. The driver moved back inside the car and Jared heard classical music from the limo’s interior.