Gasfalk laughed. ‘The water is too shallow here. I keep my yacht at the harbor in Lake Bluff.’
I sat down and Grafalk brought me a glass of sherry. I tasted it. It was as smooth as liquid gold.
‘If you weren’t spying on me, you must have been spying on Clayton . What did you find out? We carry a lot of grain for Eudora. I’d like to know if something is wrong with the company.’
I drank some more sherry. ‘I don’t know about any problems at Eudora Grain. My main concern is that someone tried to kill me last Thursday night.’
‘Kill you?’ Grafalk’s blue eyes widened.
‘Someone cut my steering cable when I was parked at the Port, and I was in a serious accident on the Dan Ryan.’
And you think Clayton might have done it?’
‘Well, it’s just possible. But why should he? Any more than you, or Martin Bledsoe or Mark Sheridan?’