Avery Came Home From Overseas and Found Her Name on the Lake Deed

“Pay the pipe crew first,” I said, handing the slips to Frank.

“Then get the fuel trucks filled and have the backhoe delivered to the marsh lot on Monday morning.”

Frank took the slips with fingers rough and stained with dark motor oil.

He read the handwritten figures twice before he looked up at me.

“Your dad always said you had a head for logistics,” Frank said, his voice dropping low.

“Victoria told the whole crew last month that you sold your corporate shares to pay for some overseas business venture.”

“My corporate shares are exactly where Walter left them,” I said.