Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“Brandon found the public records three days ago,” I said.
“And you did not think to tell me before they put her in the back of a patrol car?”
“I wanted to protect you from the worst of it,” I said.
She looked at the small frosted window in the heavy door, her eyes red and dry.
“You always say that when you want to make a decision by yourself,” she said.
“Some decisions require a general contractor, Mia,” I said. “You do not ask the client to stand under the load while you are hoisting the main beam.”
The detective, Frank Vance, walked in carrying a square cardboard box with a typed label on the side.
He did not wear his trench coat inside, but his gray suit jacket looked like he had slept in it on the drive from the penthouse.
His hands were deep in his trouser pockets as he stood near the edge of the table.
“The grand jury clerk finished the preliminary filing at nine,” Vance said, his low, raspy voice sounding like dry gravel under a boot.
