page_122 < previous page page_122 next page > Page 122 discretionary power to handle the situation any way I deem necessary.'' Austin clenched his jaw. He wasn't sure he had faith in Thayer's judgment. "Yes." "If I believe this man is dangerous, I will eliminate the threat." Austin turned to face the emissary. Henry stood beside a banana tree, watching him, his brown eyes undimmed by age, a frown drawing together his white brows. "I don't believe we'll need to destroy him," Austin said. "I can assure you, I would only destroy the young man if I had no other recourse. But make no mistake, I'm still the emissary of this town." Henry snapped off a pink orchid, the petals edged in brown. He frowned at the ruined blossom before tossing it to the gray flagstones lining the floor. I know there are those who think I'm too old to handle this problem, but they're wrong. You might be an English marquess and the emissary of New York, but just remember, you're here as my assistant. I'm running this operation." "Of course. And I'm certain you will do what is best." Austin intended to make sure of it. Â < previous page page_122 next page >