Lindsey Hall feathered her fingers through her hair, a puzzled expression on her face. “I don’t understand. Why would Harlan Falkner leave me a house?”
“A mansion, not a house,” Leland Masters corrected. He regarded her steadily, whatever he was thinking masked behind a professional veneer he’d perfected over forty years. One of Providence, Rhode Island’s most prominent attorneys, he’d represented the Falkners’ interests since Harlan made his first million, some thirty-five years ago. Now, it was his job to carry out his client’s...