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“He’ll call the garage and I’ll call you.” He lifted the handset and unplugged it. “This is portable. You can take it out if you’re in the house, or within a few hundred metres of the house. They’ve got a great range.”
“Oh.”
“But don’t worry. If His Nibs needs to go out and you’re not around, I can take him. I drove for Gower for years. I’m hoping Caradoc’ll keep me ‘round still.”
She nodded distractedly.
“Did ‘e give you any impression on his plans?”
“His plans?” Her heart raced, thinking of what he’d suggested by the car.
“With the place?” He shoved his hands in his pocket, but Finn suspected that was from coldness rather than nerves. Dougal had an open and unaffected manner. He seemed unlikely to be affected by anxiety. “Some of the girls was asking, is all.”
“Right,” she nodded. “I’m sorry, he didn’t say. Then again, why would he? I just met him today, after all.”
“Yeah, and a man like him’s hardly likely to deign to chat to us underlings, eh.”
She smiled awkwardly and turned away on the pretence of studying the view with renewed enthusiasm.
“I suspect ‘e’ll go back to New York just as soon as the funeral’s dealt with. Got too much of a life there to leave, or so they say.”
“Does he?” She despised herself for asking. But how could she not be curious?
“Caradoc Moore? Yeah. He’ll never leave the states permanently. Makes you wonder what he’ll make of all thi
s.”
“Why do you say that?” She tried her hardest to sound idly interested, but couldn’t have said that she achieved any measure of success.
“Come on. He’s like a God of Wall Street. You must have heard of him.”
“That seems to be a common assumption today,” she said with a shake of her head. A God of Wall Street?
“Caradoc Moore! He’s a devil or a saint, depending on who you listen to. One man’s saviour is another’s saboteur.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s made a fortune by running down bad companies. I don’t understand the way it works, for my part. Somehow he picks a mob that’re not doin’ too well and makes a fortune from it.”
“Does he really?” What the heck did that even entail?
“Don’t ask me to explain it to you,” he chortled. “It’s all Greek so far as I care. But he’s made a killing. An absolute slaughter. That much I get.”
“Yeah. Cause he was so in need of money,” she responded with a droll shake of her head, waving her hand to gesture towards the house.
“Actually, until recently, Gower had cut him from the will. Not sure what changed his heart, but about three years ago, Caradoc started coming up in conversation all the time.”
“Gower talked to you?”
“Nah. He talked around me,” Dougal shrugged. “He was always on his phone in the car. I got the impression he had begun to think the sun shone out of his son’s arse.”
She didn’t want to hear anymore. None of this was her business. Caradoc was her boss. He’d hired her to do a job. That was all.
Whatever madness had been brewing in the car would likely be forgotten – by both of them. At least, it ought to be.
“Well,” she said distractedly. “I’m tired after the drive. I’m just going to freshen up and unpack.”
“Right-o. Dinner’s served in about an hour, down in the kitchen.”
