Justin had just finished brokering the sale and was in the act of transferring the money to Maurice’s checking account when his phone rang. He typed in the last bit of information and clicked on Send, then picked up the receiver. “Hello.” “Justin, it’s me.” All the muscles in his body went slack as he kicked back in his chair and smiled. “Hello, me,” he said. “Was it rough talking to Harper?” “I didn’t have to, after all,” Laurel said. “Martin’s confession takes care of everything, so I guess my part in the discovery of her body was moot.” Justin’s smile slipped. He could hear tension in her voice and knew that Mattie’s death had affected her greatly. “Honey, are you all right?” Laurel sighed. “I will be, but that’s not why I’m calling. My father is coming for a quick visit. I was wondering if you would come for breakfast in the morning. I’d like for you two to meet…if you don’t mind,” she added. “Sweetheart, not only do I not mind, I look forward to it.
