Albert said in an irritated voice. “I don’t have time to bicker about this.” “Good,” Ryan said. “No bickering. Just leave.” “Son, this isn’t something I want to do either. We have no choice.” Garrett tried to make his case, but Ryan stopped him. “I’ve barely had time to think about his offer—or consider alternatives. We can’t sell the building yet. Not until I know that I’ve tried everything I can to save it.” “Unless you can figure out a way to come up with a lot of money very quickly,” Garrett threatened, “we’ll simply lose the building to the county without any profit at all.” Ryan’s expression was taut and angry. “Then I guess we’ll lose the building, Dad. I need more time to think about it.” “Gentlemen?” Albert got their attention with a slick smile. “This offer won’t last on the property. I’m giving you a lot more than I would anyone else, even though I’m going to have to foot the bill for razing the building. Don’t make me wait.”
