Chapter 18

Tino smirked. “I think I can convince him to pay upfront.”

“Not if he doesn’t have cash on hand.”

“Yeah. True. It’s not as if we need the money. Hell, maybe I’ll just hang on to the stuff and put it on the market in fifty years when everyone involved is dead.” Tino grinned. “By then, everything will have appreciated in value anyway.”

“That,” Kingston replied seriously, “might not be a bad idea. And less risk involved for you. You can say you found it stashed away in your—” he winked, “—father’s house, after he passed on.”

“True,” Tino agreed.

“Back to the money question,” Kingston said. “You paid outright for this house, Tino?” When Tino nodded, Kingston continued. “If we—presuming you want my help—each ante up a third of whatever the buying price will be for a building or buildings, it might not raise quite as many eyebrows. People already know you’re wealthy, Armand. What excuse did you give your realtor for being able to pay the asking price in cash, Tino?