Preston
I'd expected Marcus Webb to call with results weeks ago, and his continued silence had started to grate on me in a way I didn't appreciate. Three follow-up messages, each one met with the same vague reassurance that the investigation was progressing, nothing solid yet, need more time.
I didn't trust it. Men like Webb didn't drag their feet without a reason, and the most likely reason, I suspected, was that he'd found something and decided to sit on it rather than hand it over to a client paying a modest retainer when a more lucrative buyer might exist elsewhere.
I didn't confront him directly. Instead, I redirected my resources, deciding that if Webb intended to be uncooperative, I'd simply build my own leverage through a different channel entirely.
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