The nurse leaned closer. What? My phone. A few minutes later, Rose dialed a number from memory. Not Hannah’s, not a relative’s, a lawyer’s. When the man answered, Rose spoke only one sentence. It’s time. Then she ended the call. Far below, another person was growing increasingly nervous. Marcus Reed stood in the hospital parking garage, staring at his phone.
repeated calls to one of his property contacts had finally produced an answer, and the information wasn’t good. Very little about Walter Brook’s original land purchase had ever been made public. Several documents remained sealed, private, protected, which meant there were pieces of the puzzle Marcus still didn’t possess, and that bothered him.
Because Marcus hated uncertainty, especially when millions of dollars were involved. As he stood there thinking, another realization struck him. If Rose believed her health was declining, she might start revealing family secrets. secrets Marcus desperately needed to discover before anyone else. For the first time since beginning his plan, genuine worry crossed his face.
