“Go on,” Chap ordered.
“Jesus, Chapman,” Richardson pleaded. “I’m too old, and too weak, to overpower you. You can see I’m no threat to you. Please put the g*n away.”
“The g*n stays. Get on with the story.”
“Okay… okay.” Richardson leaned back against the wall for support. “Baxter was well connected with politicians, embassy officials and other high-ranking military personnel, both in Australia and the US. He mixed in all the right circles.”
“Come on, Doc, why blackmail? Baxter was a Colonel, for Christ’s sake. A career soldier. He would have been making plenty of money. The army’s a well-paid occupation these days. The only thing you’ve said that makes any sense so far is that it was all Baxter’s idea. I find it hard to believe the other three would have gone along with it. I knew tho
