Caroline Brought Her Three Children to a Newport Hotel After an Invitation Came in the Mail
“You signed my name on a note,” Caroline said.
Grant walked over to the table and stood over her shoulder.
“It was a formality, Caroline,” he said.
“We don’t have time to run back and forth across town for small signatures.”
“You told Arthur Vance I was the night cleaner,” she said.
Grant set his hot ceramic mug down with a hard click.
The bottom of the mug landed right in the center of her oak desk drawing, across the detailed joinery notes.
“You were wearing an apron and holding a mop,” Grant said.