Story Two Ch 03
Wednesday came, and so did Mark Welch, to the club. He paced around looking at the objects hanging on the wall. He scoffed and muttered things under his breath. Finally he said he could do a deal, but he was a bit short of the necessary funds. I knew handing over the money would make me the buyer, and it wasn’t a good idea, but I made him think I hadn’t thought of that. Eventually I agreed to get him the cash. The one thing he wouldn’t agree on was me accompanying him to Spain. I didn’t want to...