"Where did you hear all this?"
"A friend of mine who works at a bank told me."
"You've got friends in banks?"
"He's a security guard there, he overheard it. All those rich folks are doing this now."
"You're not bullshitting me, are you?"
"What would I lie to you for? If you don't believe me, do the math yourself."
Babos felt he'd already done more than enough; whether Miller believed him or not, he turned around and headed home.
He had to hurry up and dig out the property deeds—spending one second less at the bank each night, who knew how much money that was saving or losing.
Miller watched Babos's departing back, and his heart, which had felt dead, was jolted back to life by the man's actions.
As the housing speculation craze gradually swept across all of Europe, people's attention to everything else dropped.
Especially that uproar over the Cuba POW camp some time ago.
