My silence had painted a target on his back.

Douglas had looked at Brandon and seen an easy, unsuspecting heir to a real estate empire.

He assumed Brandon would sign anything Samantha put in front of him.

“We need to examine the original Savannah timber lease agreement,” I said.

“I’m pulling the historical documents from the county archives now,” Brenda said.

“I suspect there’s a specific clause in his warehouse terms we can use.”

I picked up my coat from the leather chair.