More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.
Cara is in Harry Rupert’s office – he’s the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate. He has just finished going over the will with her. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.
“I don’t sign anything unless I’ve read it and know what I’m signing.” She smiled. “I’m sure you advise your clients to read before signing as well?”
“Well, yes, but that’s if they’re signing something from someone they don’t know. I’m a lawyer –”
“As am I.” Cara rose and held his gaze. “And I am not going to sign anything unless I have read it and compared it to the original document.” She paused. “I know you are a lawyer, Mr. Rupert. I also know that you are not the lawyer that originally drew up my grandmother’s will. That, I believe, was Kim Jamison, who is no longer with your firm?”
The man stared at her, his mouth open.
Cara’s smile was cold. “Should I find any discrepancies between these papers and the originals in my grandmother’s safe, I will contact the Bar and they will be in contact with you. Good day, Mr. Rupert.”
Cara climbed into the truck and slammed the door. Jacob gave her a questioning look as he started the engine.
“I don’t trust him,” she said. “I’m bringing the papers home to read over.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Jacob, do you know what happened to my grandmother’s attorney? The one who drew up the papers?”
Tentative Blurb:
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand
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