There was a pause. "And what is the next signing?"
"I'm flying to Spain tonight," I said.
Another pause. Longer this time. "Navas," Freedman said. Not a question. A realisation.
"Navas," I confirmed.
"He's going to Sevilla," Freedman said. "His family is there. He's been talking to them all summer. It's all but done."
"I know," I said. "But I'm going to offer him something Sevilla can't."
Freedman was quiet for a moment. I could hear him thinking. "What's that?"
"I'll tell you when it works," I said, and hung up.
I booked the flight during the afternoon session. A late evening departure from East Midlands Airport. I would be in Seville by midnight.
I packed a bag in the hotel room after dinner, moving quickly and quietly, the way I had learned to move when I needed to get something done before the world had a chance to talk me out of it.
