In a Hartford Courtroom, Grant Wanted the House Until a Little Purple Toy Started Playing
In the second row, Margaret clutched the lapels of her lavender jacket, her knuckles going white against the cloth.
“Did your mother do market research for Holloway Real Estate?” I asked.
“She provided advisory services,” Grant said, his voice losing its smoothness.
“And were those advisory services paid straight into bank accounts run by Natalie Price’s sister?” I asked.
Natalie went stiff in her seat in the gallery, her fingers stopping on her silver bracelet as Judge Whitmore turned her head and looked right at her.
“Natalie handled routine vendor payments at management’s direction,” Grant said.