CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
After a two-hour drive, Steel pulled up to the gated entrance of his home. The sound of the tyres crunching the in a gravel driveway as he approached the hall. The grounds looked empty, less for Jamerson, who stood at the main entrance. Jamerson was a tall, stocky man with greased-back grey hair and a proud look about him. Steel switched off the engine and got out, wearing a broad smile.
‘Good morning, sir; I hope you had a sound journey without further incidents,’ Jamerson said in a deep baritone voice.
‘Morning Jamerson, yes, it turned out alright in the end, and how have you been?’ Steel asked, moving towards the man and shaking his hand.
‘As well as can be expected, sir. Thank you for asking.’ Jamerson’s mouth curled into a crooked smile.
‘Your leg again?’ Stee
