my eyes.
“Rebecca, I know you.”
That helped.
“But paperwork doesn’t know people. It knows evidence.”
Fair enough.
I had built my career believing exactly that.
I picked up my phone.
“I need Rachel.”
Part Four — Twenty Million Dollars Wasn’t What Daniel Wanted
Rachel Sloan arrived three hours later.
She had represented Grandpa Arthur for twelve years and had the emotional range of a federal tax form.
That afternoon, I had never been happier to see anyone.
I told her everything.
Cuando terminé, se quedó muy quieta.
“You said Lawson
