Chapter 9 - The Trap Closes
Before I could process the full scope of Evelyn’s revelation, my cell phone buzzed violently on the kitchen counter.
It was an unknown number, but as I swiped to answer, a rough, unfamiliar male voice came through the speaker.
“Mrs. Vance? I believe you know a charming young couple named Sarah and Greg.”
My stomach plummeted. “Who is this?”
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“That doesn't matter,” the man chuckled darkly. “What matters is that your son-in-law borrowed a very substantial sum of cash from my associates, using your late mother’s cottage as verbal collateral. Since the property is still in your name, we’re currently waiting in the driveway of that lovely little house on Elm Street. And let’s just say, we’re very eager to meet the legal owner.”
Evelyn gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with unadulterated terror.
