Zwart bananensplitgat xix

I've made so many private calls to Thomas Dillon's estate that I know the gate code by heart.

Mr. Dillon requires the kind of medical attention that he prefers to keep private, and which he pays handsomely for.

Today's house call was the first time Mr. Dillon had called me over, not for himself, but for his son.

The only thing ailing Daryl was money. His father's wealth had crippled him.

The situation had grown worse after Daryl flunked out of college.