Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

listing agreement declared null, and I want the disclaimer signed,” I had told him as we sat in his office. “Nothing more.”

Raymond had not argued with me. He had simply nodded, his gray eyes steady behind his wire-rimmed glasses, and reached for his fountain pen.

He understood what the others did not. A trial would have dragged the family name through continue reading …