“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

studied me with Rachel’s eyes. “Even you?”

“Even me,” I said.

She nodded slowly, absorbing that.

A few minutes later, the crunch of tires on our gravelly driveway drifted in through the front window. I peeked through the curtain.

The white Tesla pulled in first. Behind it, a sleek black Mercedes eased to a stop.

Of course.

I opened the front door before continue reading …