A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
I kept my hands completely still in my lap.
I knew David was right about what it could cost me with Ethan.
“Will you run the background check quietly or won’t you?” I asked.
David adjusted his glasses once more.
He gazed at a document in his folder for a long moment.
It was a property record printed on blue legal paper, though I couldn’t make out the small print from my chair.
“I’ve already spotted a few irregularities in their public filings,” David said.