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“So now you see why I am here and why you’re sort of on my company payroll. Just keep doing what you are but I need to know everything from now on. Any objections?”

“No. I’m out with the police so you’re as good as any.”

“There’s a new sergeant appointed to replace Gus Schultz.  He arrives in a few days and I can tell you he’s straight.”

“Just like Gus Schultz?”

“Don’t jump to any conclusion there. Gus was up to something but it’s yet to be proven he was corrupt.”

“All right. I’ll back off on that. Maybe a straight policeman is just what is needed.”

“Let’s go down to the bar. I think your young drinking mate might have something to tell you.”

Our entry into the bar was not unnoticed by the habitués. Robin Anderson poses a striking figure at the worst of times. Barry Rogers was impatiently waiting for me to come down. The landlady must have threatened him with a baseball bat to stop his charging up the stairs to get me.

“Come and have a drink with me, Ross. I’ve got something to celebrate.”

“Good news I can listen to. First of all, let me introduce Robin Anderson.”

I turned to Robin, “This is Barry Rogers.”

“Hello, Barry,” Robin replied with friendly gusto, thrusting his hand forward.

Only then did I notice that Barry had frozen. He was in a state of shock.

“Mr. Anderson,” he said, timidly putting his right hand forward. “I’m pleased to meet you.”

“Come on Barry,” I intervened, giving the young man a slap on the shoulder. “Robin isn’t royalty.”

“He’s still one of the most powerful executives with the company I’ll be working for.”

It was my turn to express surprise.

“Told you a young local was going into loss assessment. In all the time you’ve known Barry, you’ve never found out about his ambition. With an oversight like that I might have to withdraw my offer to you.”

We helped Barry celebrate his good fortune. Late in the evening, Robin left town. Not only did he have a company car, it came with a driver. At the car Barry and I said goodbye to Robin and I had the distinct feeling Robin’s driver carried a gun.

To be continued in January 2017:

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