I read the header two times.

“He told me a new investor was coming in.”

Marcus opened the business prospectus Julian had left on my counter two weeks earlier.

The Lexington Hospitality Group was named as the lead investor, with a gold-embossed logo and a Boston address.

“There’s no such thing as the Lexington Hospitality Group,” Marcus said.

“The address is a mailbox in Quincy.

The company was dissolved in April.”

“So he lied to me.”