Chapter 47
“This is it,” I said when I found the correct house number.
“The one with the columns in front?”
“Yeah.”
“Impressive.”
“That it is. Remember, Rion started his own real estate brokerage firm while he was still in college, and Mitch is a partner in a huge law firm.”
“Yeah.”
I parked on the street as instructed, and we walked onto the wide verandah and rang the doorbell.
“Come on in, guys,” Rion said when he opened the door. “We’re back in the breakfast room.”
We followed him through formal living and dining rooms and into a large kitchen with a long center island. At the far end of the kitchen was a smaller area containing a large round table, that was centered in a deep bay window. I could see a back porch and brick patio outside the windows. Mitch was sitting at the table with a laptop in front of him, and the laptop was surrounded by stacks of documents.
“Somebody’s hard at work,” I said.