Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“Do not stay up too late,” she said.
“I will be up in a few minutes,” I said.
She walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar.
I looked down at the crystal glass of water sitting on the silver tray. The ice cubes had begun to melt, leaving small beads of condensation running down the side of the glass.
I picked up the glass, walked over to the small bathroom connected to the study, and poured the water down the drain.
The cold realization that every sweet word she spoke had a price tag attached to it.
At two o’clock the next afternoon, Brandon placed a thick manila folder on the dark oak of his desk. The brass clasp on the front of the paper was bent outward, scratched from being opened and closed too many times.
“I had my contact in Phoenix pull the county archives,” Brandon said. He did not sit down, choosing instead to stand near the window that overlooked the RiNo site.
I reached out and touched the edge of the cardboard. “What is in here?”
