Even the slow-moving elevator was posh, lined with dark, rich woods. Cassie leaned against the brass railing and smiled at her dad.“Very nice,” she said. “Nicer than I remembered.”“Most people will never see the third floor. Ground floor? Ordinary. Second floor? Very, very nice. Third floor?” He grinned. “Opulence, baby.”“Where do you find tenants who can afford opulence?”“Oh, they’re around. People who’ve moved here from other parts, mostly. I’ve already had a few nibbles on the vacancy.”“Is it true that Sean’s great-greats built the place on their profits from bootleg liquor?”“It’s partly true,” he said. “They had money before Prohibition. They were the bigwigs of Prospect. Civic leaders and all that. But they didn’t mind sliding over to the wrong side of the law now and then to make a buck.”“However they made their money, it’s sad that Dale lost it all. Keith and Sean never got a cent.”“Don’t worry about the Halloran boys. They’ve done all right, both of them.”The sluggish elevator came to a gentle halt.
