The folded contract in my bag seemed to give off a cold energy right through the leather.

“I’m asking you to look into their finances,” I said.

“Vanessa lied about the booking date for a reason.”

David let out a heavy sigh.

He opened a thick manila folder and stared at the top page without looking at me.

“The Carter family trust is four generations of careful stewardship,” David said.

“The principal by itself throws off enough interest to support ten families for their entire lives.

My job is to shield it from outside legal threats.”