Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
I called Marcus from the on-ramp and put him on speaker in the cup holder.
“He took the page.
He says he has an investor coming on Thursday.”
“There isn’t any investor.” Road noise came through the line.
“I called the landlord.
Your brother is four months behind on the rent.
Nineteen thousand four hundred and twelve dollars, and the landlord already has a lawyer.”
“And what about Halbrook?”