Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“And I’m the buyer.”
The attorney slid a page toward her, and Eleanor didn’t look down.
“Mr.
Bennett, what time did you leave the hospital?”
“Eight thirty-five,” I said.
“I called the office at eight-forty.”
Gavin said, “He was late for a client.”
“He was late because of me,” Eleanor said.