Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
He took off his wire-rimmed glasses and began to clean them with a small grey silk cloth he kept in his vest pocket.
His hands were deliberate, his eyes staying on the cloth as he rubbed the glass.
“Thank you, Avery,” I said. “Lucia is a genius.”
He put his glasses back on, his eyes searching my face with a quiet concern that he had carried for forty years.
“The transfer has been halted,” he said, lowering his voice as a pair of ushers walked past carrying brass candelabras.
“The twenty-two million dollars is still in your primary account at Boston Merchant Bank,” he added. “But Michael is going to ask questions before the reception ends.”
“Let him ask,” I said.
“He believes the money went through at nine this morning,” Avery said, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his polished lenses. “The wire confirmation was scheduled to send automatically.”
“I stopped it in time,” I said.
I glanced toward the heavy inner doors where the soft murmur of the arriving guests could be heard.
The smell of cold stone and damp winter coats filled the vestibule.
