CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Satchel waited for Raziel to be ready to meet with him. He glanced over at the assistant who had greeted him, and the man nodded. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rose. He’s just stuck on a call.”
“It’s no problem, really.” Satchel got up and casually strolled around the deck. His eyes lit on the small houseboat next to the yacht. A smile crept across his face. Winter. The little place suited her, and now as he listened, he could hear her piano faintly.
“Satchel, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Satchel turned to see Raziel Ganz smiling at him, his hand outstretched to greet him. He shook it. “Come back to my office, as it is. I haven’t found suitable premises in the city for my headquarters as yet… maybe you could suggest somewhere?”
“Of course,” Satchel said smoothly as he follo
