“I suppose,” I say, before washing it down with a large gulp of juice. “Seems a little reckless, though. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in jail because I needed inspiration.”
“Which is exactly why we need to research and put together a fail-proof plan.”
“Okay, double ‘o’ seven,” I exaggerate, “exactly what kind of research and plan do you have in mind?”
“Let’s finish breakfast.” He grins. “Then I’ll show you.”
As we finish filling our bellies, Mac explains to me how he’d purchased several houses in this part of town through foreclosure auctions when all of the nearby businesses crashed. He bought them for pennies on the dollar under the company name, expecting some sort of pick up or boom in the future. No such turnaround has occurred. Not yet any
