Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
His phone buzzed.
He checked it, then jammed it into his pocket.
“That was Victoria’s idea.”
“Did Victoria sign the papers using your hand?”
“She said you’d sign once the will cleared.” He wiped his palm on his trousers.
“The bank isn’t going to wait.
I’ve got until the fifteenth.”
I knew what the bank had already done.