Before they set out from Calvin’s office one afternoon, Calvin asked Brock if he would object to them going to have a look at a vacant brownstone in Brooklyn. “Just to have a look,” Calvin repeated. “To see if you get a feel for the place.”
Brock’s initial response was to say ‘no,’ but Calvin had asked him in advance, hadn’t sprung it on him, wasn’t putting him under pressure. The idea of setting up a business here had been percolating in his mind. Maybe…just maybe.
He shrugged. “Guess it couldn’t do any harm to look. Please tell me you haven’t already bought this place and you’re showing it to me as a done…” the rest of Brock’s statement died in his throat at the hurt look he saw on Calvin’s face before the man turned away. “Sorry, darlin’. That was wrong o’ me.”
“I probably deserved
