Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
“He is preparing,” David said quietly. “And he is doing it with assets you thought were going toward the corporate debt.”
“Find out who registered that LLC,” I said.
By six o’clock, the rain had started, a cold autumn drizzle that swept across Elmwood Avenue. The smell of roasted chicken filled the kitchen, but the air felt heavy. Evelyn sat at the island, her fingers lightly touching the three-strand pearl necklace at her throat. She looked at the small pile of unopened mail on the counter, then turned her pale eyes to me as I pulled the baking dish from the oven.
“It must be so challenging to manage a household when you are spending forty hours a week in an office, Clare,” Evelyn said, her voice dripping with soft, practiced sweetness. “I always found that a home requires a woman’s constant presence to truly stay tidy.”
“My clients require my presence as well, Evelyn,” I said, setting the hot dish down on a trivet.
Marcus walked into the kitchen, his eyes darting between his mother and me. He rotated his gold signet ring twice around his finger, a rapid, nervous gesture.
