Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs
PART 9
Kendra called two days later.
I almost declined, but the voicemail was different from Gordon’s demands.
“Mrs.
Doyle, my name is Kendra.
I think there are things I’ve been told that aren’t true.
I would appreciate ten minutes of your time.”
We met in a public coffee shop on a bright afternoon.