“Once the old woman signs, we control the trust.”
The old woman.
I made tea when I heard that part. My hands never shook.
At three o’clock, Victor came to my guesthouse without knocking.
He had two men with him.
“Margaret,” he said, smiling too hard, “you’ve embarrassed yourself enough.”
“I’m in the middle of something.”
He stepped inside anyway. “You’re
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