The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

they would. Hoping and expecting are two different animals.

I swallowed once.

My throat clicked.

Marcus has been asking questions about the properties since before your grandmother died. Not to me. To clerks. To tenants. To my bank manager at the Hallandale branch, who still golfs with Bill Sherman and has a mouth like a busted screen door.

Brittany shifted continue reading …