Margaret Walked Away From Scottsdale With a Blue Mug and Eighty-Nine Million Dollars

Briggs,” Arthur said, in his slow, low voice.

“Mrs.

Briggs.”

Daniel stopped in the middle of the pine floorboards.

“And who are you?”

“Arthur Vance, legal counsel to the buyer,” Arthur said.

He unscrewed his fountain pen cap three turns before setting a four-page document flat on the oak table.

“We don’t need to talk to any counsel,” Renee said, moving quickly toward the hallway.