“And you don’t want that.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because my mother built something she believed belonged to Detroit. I don’t want Belle inheriting a building everyone calls public while privately hoping she remains rich enough to keep the lights on.”
That was the first thing he said about the project that made complete sense to me.
Still, I shook my head.
“I need time.”
“You have eight days.”
“I need information.”
“I’ll provide anything you ask for.”
“I don’t want your summary.”
A pause.
Then Harlan nodded.
“All source documents.”
“Yes.”
“Independent financial review?”
“Yes.”
“Community feedback from the last two years?”
“Yes.”
“Meeting notes?”
“Everything.”
“You’ll have it.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“You’re making this too easy.”
“I’m trying not to make it difficult.”
“That sounds like something a difficult person says.”
Mara laughed again.
Harlan ignored her.
“There is one condition.”
I stiffened.
