Deep pockets.

They don’t want a tour, they want a number that holds.”

“So the Whitcombe pitch is a rehearsal.”

“Everything is a rehearsal.” He smiled with all his teeth.

Nina stood at the counter with a mug of tea she hadn’t touched, clicking her ballpoint.

She glanced at Gavin’s back and then at me.

“Who are the visitors?” I asked.

“People with money and a calendar.” He flattened my lapel with two fingers, like a coach.