On an Autumn Evening in Manhattan, Fifty Million Dollars Signed Away Eleven Long Years
Nobody can take it away.”
I shut the blue cover and laid the silver pen across the legal seal.
“Nora phoned while you were at the print shop,” I said.
Theo stopped with his water glass halfway to his lips.
“Has Spencer’s legal team filed another emergency motion?” he asked.
“They formally dropped the source claim forty minutes ago,” I said.
“The fifty million is completely clear.”
“Did Rosalind send you anything else?” he asked.