CHAPTER EIGHT
Satchel shook Guy Holbrook’s hand. “Good to see you again. Look, I have a car outside. I thought, why waste time? You up for a little tour?”
Holbrook smiled and nodded. “Certainly.”
Satchel drove to some of his favorite projects, and Holbrook asked all the right questions. Viewing the last project, one that was still in progress, a beachfront property with a private beach, Holbrook nodded approvingly at the half-built villa.
“This place got electric or Wi-Fi yet?”
“Not yet.”
Holbrook smiled. “Good. Then there’s no chance of anyone hearing what I’m about to say.” He pulled something out of his pocket. “Mr. Rose… I haven’t been honest with you. I’m not a property developer, I’m an agent with the F.B.I.”
Satchel blinked. “What the hell?”
Holbrook showed Satchel his ID. “
