a strangled, breathless sob. “Blair… please… where am I supposed to go? I have no money! My accounts are completely frozen!”
“You have two hands, Harper,” I said coldly. “There are dozens of cheap commercial hotels near the industrial district. They are always looking for night-shift maids. You can start exactly where I started. Let’s see if your pedigree helps you clean forty rooms before sunrise.”
I faced Father again.
Richard rose. He came around the table and stopped before me. He studied the Santa Barbara deed in his hand,