Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys

Thomas blinked.

“I never saw any sealed envelope in the file.”

“Not in the file.

In his desk.”

“I can’t answer questions about the estate.” He stepped back and closed the door.

The lock clicked, more softly than Richard’s had.

I laid one of the new brass keys on the carpet at his threshold.

“For when you change your mind.”