Page 13 of The Valiant Knight
Finn chewed.
But, he said nothing.
So Graham did.
“Come on, Lad, we’ve been friends a long time. We were in school together, and played Rugby in the league before I shipped off. You’re especially not telling me something that was said. I can read you like a book.”
The man clasped his hands and tried to figure out how much to tell him. He was right about them being friends, and going way back.
His hands were really tied on this.
“It’s about the owners,” he finally said, knowing his friend wasn’t going to let this go.
Graham stopped chewing.
“What about them?” he asked.
He was to the point.
“The council wants to know their identities. They don’t want some‘neds’here, raising hell.
‘Neds’?
Was he kidding?
Hooligans?
Criminals?
The Blackhawks were anything but troublemakers. In fact, they were putting money into the local economy, giving people jobs, and helping.
By buying services from the people who lived in the village.
Yeah, calling them‘neds’wasn’t happening on his watch.
He wouldn’t stand for it.
“That’s harsh,” he said.
Finn raised his hands.
“Not my words,” he said. “I know who bought the castle.”
Graham said nothing.
Why?
That wasNOTsupposed to get out.
From where he sat, the look on his face made Finn laugh.
“Come on, Laddie. Who are we kidding? This old monstrosity was a small fortune, and now, the FBI is sending in staff to deal with the remains?”
Again, snitches got stitches right after being fired, and he wasn’t losing this job.
Finn continued.
“It didn’t take me long to piece those facts together. I’m surprised the rest of the council hasn’t. It’s not that difficult to find someone who fits the criteria of rich and controlling the FBI.”
