“My Wife Handles the Paperwork, I Handle the Assets,” He Told the Contractor. He Never Read What He’d Signed
Then his eyes dropped to the papers in my hand, and the rest of his face followed, and he froze exactly where he stood, his fist still half-raised in the air where the door used to be.
Chapter 14 — The Door
His eyes went from me, to Darcy, to the officer standing calm behind us, and I watched the confidence come apart in real time.
“Sloan?” he said.
“What — what is this?
Who are these people?”
“Mr.
Rutledge,” Darcy said, stepping up beside me.