The Banker's Dilemma: She promised him Paris in the spring by Klee Roman

Author:Klee, Roman [Klee, Roman]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Z>H>E>
Published: 2015-02-10T16:00:00+00:00

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Nathan set the alarm on the nightstand for three o’clock. His idea of trying to catch up on lost sleep had been blown clean out of the water.

He had a small Maglite with him, which was just what he needed. Being in an unfamiliar house, there was no point in turning lights on and waking everyone up. He could only hope they hadn’t fitted the place with automatic sensors that came on whenever they detected movement.

Given the high tech spec of the house, it would just be Nathan’s luck if there were motion detectors everywhere and all his moves once outside his bedroom, would show up on some giant screen in Dirk’s secret observation room.

He got up on the first ring of the alarm clock. It was a reflex action, just like in the old days, when he had to jump out of bed on the dot at half-past five, to be in time for the Solomon morning meeting. And just like the old days, tiredness started to seep into every pore of his body.

In truth, he wasn’t feeling very amorous and would have preferred the extra sleep, but then the tone of Carla’s voice suggested that if he didn’t make an effort, she would feel let down. She said early in the morning and in his book three o’clock was early.

Nathan slipped on a pair of sneakers and carefully opened his bedroom door. Everything was quiet, the corridor which ran the full length of the house was clear, so he continued along to the staircase and down to the entrance hall.

He breathed a sigh of relief—none of the main lights came on.

As a helpful gesture, along the sides of the stairs, low wattage LEDs provided a useful glow. But Nathan still kept hold of his flashlight, just in case. The main stairs continued down to the basement, which contained a number of storerooms, plus the media room. It was also Dirk’s favorite part of the entire house.

Best to keep on going. Nathan now needed his Maglite. He couldn’t remember exactly whether Carla had said to carry on to the end and turn right or whether to turn left after the slot machine.

Nathan chose left and found himself in Dirk’s fishing den. Shining his flashlight around the custom appointed room, Nathan was surprised to discover a collection of fishing rods (some antique) reels and bait boxes, containing intricate and brightly colored imitation wet and dry flies.

Everything was carefully arranged in specially designed glass cases. Directly beneath the window was a work surface with various tools set out in order of size. A collection of feathers and animal fur had been placed on one side.

Some new shiny hooks were waiting to be converted into appetizing insects for hungry fish. Neatly placed together in one corner were nets, some more hooks and reels. Clearly Dirk took fishing very seriously.

On the wall above the desk were two trophies, won at local angling competitions. But curiously something was missing. There were no preserved fish hanging on the wall, or staring vacantly from behind glass cases.

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