At the mention of the assistant district attorney, Brandon’s already pale face went ashen. He knew Thomas from high school—another local boy he’d looked down on, who had now surpassed him.
“You’d really do that?” he asked. “Send your own children to jail?”
“The woman who would have forgiven you anything died on County Road 27,” I replied evenly. “You left her in the dust.”
Brandon looked away first, then reached for the pen Vincent offered. His signature was shaky but legible. Melissa took longer, tears dropping onto the
“What happens now?” she asked in a small voice.
“Now you leave Milfield,” I said, gathering the signed documents. “Both of you. Today. If I see either of you in this town again, I will press charges regardless of what you’ve signed.”
“And the developer?” Brandon asked—a last attempt at salvaging something.
Robert smiled thinly.
“Platinum Acres will be formally notified that the property is not, and was never, for sale,” he said. “They’ll also be receiving notification of our intent to file suit for their part in what appears to be a conspiracy to defraud a widow.”
