At My Parents’ Buckhead Estate, My Father Told Me To Cover My Sister’s $9 Million Disaster. “Family Comes First,” He Said. I Refused, Went Home Quietly, And By Morning My Bank Account Was Empty—But He Didn’t Know Which Account He Had Touched.

other rooms.

Brad in one.

Ebony in another.

They were probably already turning on each other.

Rats always eat their own when the ship goes down.

“Process them,” I said. “Brad is the target. Ebony is the accomplice. My father was the mule. Follow the guidelines.”

I started walking toward the exit.

I needed another coffee.

I needed a new apartment.

I needed to continue reading …