the photo down.
Then he picked up his phone and called George Mercer, the quiet man who oversaw private security for all of Harrison’s properties.
George answered on the third ring.
“Yes, sir?”
“I need you to review household operations at the Chestnut Ridge house.”
“Anything specific?”
“Mrs. Evelyn Whitcomb.”
A pause.
“Understood.”
“I want accounts. Vendors.continue reading …
