Chapter 29
Scotland, Edinburgh
The City of London Bank
3:45 p.m.
“f**k,” Alistair swore loudly and banged his fist on the table. He rose from the chair and strolled to the window, watching the cars pass on the street below. “Why did Douglas give this extensive credit line to such a small firm?”
“I think we should call them tae a meeting, today or tomorrow,” Tavish suggested, “and demand some guaranties.”
Alistair sighed heavily and turned to look at his brother, “Aye. Do it. Not after one o’clock tomorrow, though. I need to be in London before four.”
“I did some research, Alistair Connor. And I ‘ave talked to Douglas. I knew he wouldn’t be so careless. There is a solid family-run distillery behind this firm. The father will probably vouch for his son. I’ll set a meeting with both.”
