Chapter Thirty
Negotiations
Shaking hands is as easy as shaking your head and much easier than shaking a leg
It was a late finish that night and the rain didn’t stop, I was in the middle of cashing up when Rodger sent me a text. “When are you at the house,” he asked, “I can meet you there, I need a few things.”
I wondered what he wanted.
Although the rain started mid-morning in Lochgilphead, it had been raining in Ardrishaig since the night before, and the roads were now flooded; water was bubbling up from drains outside houses, cars were driving past splashing up water like small waves as people dashed into their homes. I arrived at the house the same time as Rodger; we met at the top of the drive to see water making a path for the shed.
“The drains are blocked somewhere,” said Rodg
