The dark blue ink ran smoothly across the heavy paper.

“Ethan’s safe from them,” I said.

“He’s a wealthy young architect,” David said.

“He’s successful and very naive.

There will be other women out there looking for an easy fortune.”

“Next time he’ll keep his eyes open,” I said.

“I sure hope so,” David said.

“The financial wreckage Patricia and George Mitchell left behind is staggering.