cracking into an undignified squawk. “Harper! Eleanor! Tell this lunatic who I am! I am a managing partner of Weller & Sterling Capital! I have every legal right to inspect the property records!”
Marcus pushed Preston forward without speaking. Preston tripped over the edge of the walnut dining table, landing awkwardly on the polished surface, his case bursting open.
Thick parchment sheets spilled across the table, scattering wildly across the fine bone china and crystal glassware.
I approached the table slowly, and took the top three documents.
“Let’s see what