The buyers’ representative laid his pen on his yellow pad.

“Are you telling us those men were paid to threaten somebody?”

“I’m telling you Tiffany paid forty-one thousand dollars of my money to make sure Megan stayed too scared to come back to Nashville,” I said.

“I know how those two work because I hired them myself back in 1998.

They make sure people stop asking questions.”

The room went silent.

Nobody moved, and nobody looked at Tiffany.