Chapter 7

Saunders stood to greet me when I entered his office. “Mr. Winston. A pleasure to meet you. Please havea seat.” He gestured to the visitor’s chair by his desk. After I sat, he said, “According to the information you gave my secretary, you’re interested in purchasing a house. Do you have anything specific in mind?”

“Yes,” I replied, taking an envelope from the briefcase sitting in my lap. I slid it across the desk to him.

He opened it, taking out the contents. “What the hell is this?” he asked angrily when he looked at the photos.

“I think it’s self-explanatory. Those are copies, by the way. I have a several sets, one of them readyto send to your wife if the situation warrants. I can also give copies to a certain reporter who might find them very interesting, all things considered.” The reporter in question held no love for Saunders’ views and had written an op-ed piece for the local paper about a month ago explaining why.