FOLLOW THE LEADER - Chapter 7
Chapter 7 Now I knew why Colin gave me the gift . I should have guessed there was a hidden motive. I grabbed my note pad and searched for a pen. I scribbled down some stuff I would need from Michael Rollins before our interview. This way I could ascertain his willingness to help me in my investigation, if it came to that. So far I had gleaned that he had become a nagging pain in the ass for Colin. Why would it be any different with me? Rollins came up the path by himself. His deeply tanned face was that of a zealous tennis player or golfer. He was frowning, probably put off by the shabby appearance of my humble abode. No doubt he had seen caddy shacks that looked better. I let him in and we introduced ourselves. “You used to box,” he said, out of the blue. I nodded. “Golden Gloves. Long ago.” He went over to my dirty window and peered out at the garden, shaking his head in wonder. “You could sell this place for ...