In a Hartford Courtroom, Grant Wanted the House Until a Little Purple Toy Started Playing
“If you agree in principle now, we can skip the full evidentiary hearing in front of Judge Whitmore next month.”
I slowly drew my hand back to pick up my water glass.
“Send the whole document to my rented apartment by Sunday afternoon,” I said.
Margaret set her paper tea cup down on the laminate table with a sharp click.
“The Holloway family has spent thirty years building its business reputation, Emily, and we expect this matter to be wrapped up quietly,” Margaret said.
Grant nodded firmly in agreement, smoothing the front of his jacket.