Ian shook his head. “Sure, Hunter. But take it from me. You don’t want anything to do with this. It’s out in the boonies. We’ll get you set up in a nice condo on Lake Shore Drive with beautiful views, or maybe a nice loft on Printer’s Row? A young guy like you—”
Hunter cut him off. “A young guylike me wants to see his legacy.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I don’t care what you think!” Hunter took a breath, reining in his fury. “Look, I just want to see it. And it’s really not your business or place to try and talk me out of that. Now, can I get some directions from you or at least an address? Or do I need to find it on my own?”
Ian gave Hunter a nervous smile, meant to calm him down. “I see you’re not going to be refused. I think the place would be next to impossible for you to find on your own, in spite of high tech doodads like GPS.” He stood. “How about we take a drive up there on Saturday?”
“That would be perfect. Thank you, Ian.”