Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

the sale.”

I looked at Beatrice, whose face had gone very pale under her makeup.

“The law requires consensus, Beatrice, and you never had mine,” I said.

Mr. Cole stood up, picking up his black leather briefcase from the table.

“The sale is void,” Mr. Cole said, looking down at Beatrice with a cold, clear stare. “We will be filing a formal rescission with continue reading …