Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
Reed has been uncooperative,” Gable said.
“But that isn’t your concern.
Your concern is this page.”
The grandfather clock in the hall struck noon.
Twelve low chimes, and nobody spoke until they had finished.
The door opened behind me.
Julian walked in with his phone in his hand and his collar open at the throat.
“Sienna,” he said.