Margaret Walked Away From Scottsdale With a Blue Mug and Eighty-Nine Million Dollars
“I’m aware,” I said.
“They’ll sell it for the value of the land,” he said.
“Chloe and Caleb will have to switch school districts before winter.”
“I’ll call Arthur Vance this afternoon,” I said.
“I’ll have him wire forty-two thousand eight hundred dollars straight to the bank’s foreclosure desk in Phoenix.”
Daniel turned his head, his fingers gripping the porch post harder.
“You’re going to pay off the arrears?”
“I’ll pay the lender directly,” I said.