“Naomi,” his voice was warm with recognition. “I’ve been meaning to call since I heard about Nicholas. I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you, Robert. I need your help with a situation.”
I explained everything. The forgery. The abandonment. The developer. Robert listened without interruption, and when I finished, the silence stretched so long I thought we’d been disconnected.
“I’ll be in Milfield tomorrow morning,” he finally said, his voice tight with controlled anger. “These developers—Platinum Acres—they’ve been on our radar. Naomi, what they’re planning violates at least six environmental regulations. We’ve been looking for a way to stop them.”
“And now you have one,” I said.
“Yes.” I could hear him shuffling papers. “Don’t sign anything before I get there. And Naomi… I’m sorry about your children.”
“I stopped having children three days ago,” I replied. “Now I just have adversaries.”
