John Lawrence Reynolds Six-Book Bundle by John Lawrence Reynolds

Author:John Lawrence Reynolds [Lawrence Reynolds, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781443443739
Publisher: HarperCollins Canada
Published: 2015-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

“She’s more impressive inside than she is out,” Hannaford said, coming downstairs to the kitchen where McGuire had made instant coffee for both of them. “What’s the locked room?” he asked.

“A bedroom,” McGuire replied. “Standard size.” He carried the coffee to the small pine table overlooking the garden.

“Well, you get people through the front door and we might see some action,” Hannaford said, sitting across from McGuire. He looked down into the coffee mug. “Say, you got any cream round here?”

“Afraid not,” McGuire said.

“No whitener?” Hannaford asked. “That powdered stuff?”

McGuire shook his head.

“That’s okay. I like it black anyway,” the agent lied. He opened the portfolio and withdrew a contract. “Market’s down a tad, you know that,” he said, flattening the contract on the tabletop and beginning to fill in the standard details. “And this isn’t the best time of year to be selling, see. This were spring, I could probably get you another five, ten percent. But then again, you’re probably wise to sell now. Get your money in the bank where it can do you some good . . .”

“How much?”

Hannaford glanced up at McGuire. “Six percent on the first fifty thousand, three percent on the balance, but that’s negotiable over—

“I’m not asking about your commission,” McGuire interrupted. “How much can I sell this for in a short time?”

The real estate agent sat back in the chair and raised the coffee cup to his lips. “How short?”

“A week.”

Hannaford sipped the coffee, then frowned down at the cup as though he had discovered something dead inside. “You’re kidding,” he said, placing the cup on the table, leaning back in the chair and crossing his legs.

“No.” McGuire took a long swallow from his cup. Hell, the coffee wasn’t that bad. “I’m not. I don’t have much interest in the place and I don’t want to hang around here longer than necessary. I live in the Bahamas and I’d prefer not to handle things by long distance from there either. So give me a price that’ll scare up some legitimate offers in a week and maybe we can do something.”

“You talking to any other agents?” Hannaford arched his eyebrows.

“Not unless I get the feeling you’re ripping me off.”

A smile and a glance from side to side. “Now, see, I don’t understand what that means,” Hannaford said.

“It means you could quote a price low enough to get yourself a buddy who’ll buy it this week and flip it next week and the two of you split the profits,” McGuire said. “I wouldn’t like that. Not because I’m greedy, but because it wouldn’t be fair to my aunt. That’s what I want, Hannaford. Fairness and speed.”

Hannaford smiled again, but it was several degrees cooler. One hand reached for the coffee mug. He pulled it toward him but didn’t lift it to his lips. “I have a reputation for the highest integrity in this town, Mr. McGuire,” Hannaford said. “That comment was unnecessary.”

“Good,” McGuire said. “So give me a price. You know the neighbourhood, you know the market and now you know the house.

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