“There’s a letter.”
“You must be Daniel,” he said. “I’m Marcus. Gloria’s nephew.”
I nodded slowly. “She mentioned you.”
“I’m sure she did.” Marcus looked me up and down. “A young orderly marries my 82-year-old aunt three days before she dies. You can imagine how that looks.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“It never is.”
“She mentioned you.”
Mr. Charleston cleared his throat, but Marcus wasn’t finished.
“I’ll be contesting everything,” he said. “The marriage, the will, all of it. My lawyer’s already drafting the paperwork. You took advantage of a vulnerable elderly woman, and I’m not going to let it stand.”
My hands tightened around the bag. “I didn’t take anything from her.”
“Then you won’t mind handing that back.”
“I’ll be contesting everything.”
I looked at the lawyer. He gave the slightest shake of his head.
“I need to think,” I said, and walked away.
