The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

a man in a faded Marlins cap. He lifted two fingers without looking up.

“What did my grandfather hire you to do?”

“Watch the filings. Watch the properties. Watch the family.”

Marcus lunged for the phone.

Not far. Just stupid.

Mr. Sherman moved faster than a man with orthopedic shoes had any right to move. He stepped between us and hit the intercom on his continue reading …