Chapter 115

I met with the cleaning crew the next morning after getting Bitsy and Jon off to school. It soon became apparent that I was in the way, so I headed to Reed's office. The phone rang minutes after I sat down.

"Reed Tyler's residence. May I help you?"

"Is this Jaycee Shumway?" an older man asked.

"Yes. May I help you?"

"This is Lawrence Morgan, Mr. Tyler's attorney. He wanted me to contact you and arrange a time for you to sign a few papers."

"Umm, I'm not sure I understand."

"Could I come to the house to meet with you at noon?"

"Well, umm, sure."

"I'll see you at noon, Miss Shumway."

Wow, so formal, and I had no idea what was going on. I also couldn't contact Reed to find out. I settled into my chair to add more figures to the spreadsheet. The more I discovered about Reed's finances, the more uncomfortable I became. Yes, he lived nicely, but he didn't flaunt itat least not the kind of money I'd discovered. We were no longer talking millions.

Shit.