Miles.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hi.”
“How’s Sophie?”
“Better.”
“Good.
Listen, I was thinking about the cabin.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“What about it?”
“The buyer increased the offer.”
“How much?”
“Eight hundred thousand.”
I nearly laughed.
The property was worth perhaps two hundred thousand.
“That’s generous.”
“Very.
But they need an answer soon.”
“Who are they?”
A pause.
“Who?”
“The buyers.”
“Just a development group.”
“What’s the company’s name?”
Another pause.
“Emily, why does that matter?”
“Because it’s my property.”
His voice hardened slightly.
“Technically, it’s Grant’s family property.
And you’re the trustee.”
“Exactly.
Which means I should know who’s buying it.”
A long silence followed.
Then he laughed.
“You’re suddenly becoming a businesswoman.”
I didn’t respond.
“Look, sweetheart, I’ll send the details later.”
He hung up.
Ten minutes later, Hannah searched the county property database.
She found three nearby parcels purchased by the same company.
