Deadly Compromises by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview
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Chapter 7
At 9AM he drove to White Horse Lane. Two cars were in the driveway, Kelly’s light blue Mercedes and a black Caddy of recent vintage. Both were probably home. He rang the doorbell.
Kelly came quickly to the door.
“What are you doing here? Alan’s still home.”
“If he comes out now, tell him I’m from Santa Fe National Bank soliciting business. I have to talk to you this morning.
We have to get on the same wavelength for business tonight.”
“Give me an hour and I’ll meet you at the motel. Get out of here.” She closed the door in his face. He drove back to his number eight room.
Alan entered the front room, with a towel to his face, as a result of rushing out of the bathroom and said, “Who was that at the door?”
“Some guy looking for business from a New Mexico bank I never heard of. I thought you might want to see him, so I told him to come back at six.”
Alan seemed pleasantly surprised. “Good show. I should be back by then. Maybe he’ll be of some use. I’ve got to get off to work now.” He started to walk way, turned and added, “Kelly, if he gets here before me, try not to talk at all about business. If he asks anything, tell him you don’t know anything and have him wait for me. Put on some soft music and bore him telling him about it.”
“Easy enough.”
He left and she thought, “Bore him!!! I couldn’t possibly bore him as much as Alan did me. I suppose that if they gave me a nickel for every song I played, Alan would soon love music and not allow me to stop playing it. Son of a bitch!”
While driving Alan reflected on his plan for the night.
“He’s probably going to try to get me to borrow money, that’s what they all do. Of course, the mafia loans don’t show on the balance sheet, so I can give him a look at certain financial statements that won’t look too badly. I have to make the initial impression impeccable; as if I don’t really need any loan. Damn, I should have told Kelly to put on some decent clothes. Bankers are not impressed with jeans and T-shirts.
I’m not either. At least she should dress her age.”