CHAPTER TWELVE
Stella reread Henry’s messages as Maxwell looked up the number. The threats were chilling. How could a professional contractor, representing a company, start escalating things in such a way with a client? Stella wondered, feeling horrified all over again.
“His name is Henry Grant. He works for Forest Flooring, which is a wooden floor company with branches all over Connecticut,” Maxwell reported.
“Let’s call head office and find out where Henry is today,” Stella said.
Maxwell was already picking up the phone.
“Hi. I’m looking to get hold of Henry Grant,” he said, sounding innocent. “Is he in today? We’re eager to discuss something he quoted us on.”
He waited, listened.
“Oh, seriously? Whereabouts?” He paused, and then said, “But we’re around the corner from Valley Driv
