Ty did not look at Lloyd Dunmore. “If it’s only a little problem, Lloyd, you probably wouldn’t even bring it up.”
“Well, it’s little and it isn’t,” Dunmore said slowly. He opened the door of his Mercedes, rested one arm on the roof. “I’m getting up there in years.” Ty turned, looked Lloyd in the face. Peter pretended not to hear. “Not old, mind you. But I’m financially set. Except for my youngest, the kids are grown and out of the house. What I’m saying is I want to cut back. I’m still going to be in charge of my operations but the daily management—”
“Come off it, Lloyd,” Peter interrupted. “How old are you?”
“I’m fifty-eight.”
“And you want to retire?!”
“No. No. Don’t get me wrong. Madeleine ... she’d like us to do a bit of extended traveling. Believe it or not she wants to see Asia.
