Chapter 92: The CallCollins called at seven forty three the following morning.Liam was in the kitchen making coffee when the watch pulsed with an incoming call routed through his regular phone, and he looked at the name on the screen and felt the particular satisfaction of a prediction confirmed, which was different from surprise and better than anger and cleaner than either.He let it ring twice before answering.“Collins.”“Liam.” His uncle’s voice carried the careful neutrality of a man who had spent the night recalibrating and had arrived at the reluctant conclusion that cooperation was more valuable than pride. “I’ve been thinking about your offer.”“I assumed you would be,” Liam said.A brief pause. “Gordon is open to selling. I spoke to him last night. He bought the property as an investment and he’s willing to let it go at the right price.”“Three fifty,” Liam said. “That’s still the number.”“He’s asking three seventy five,” Collins said. “The market has moved since I sold