Chapter Five
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Her words sent chills up Zach’s spine. She was looking at him like one of those girls in horror flicks when they see the guy in the ski mask coming with the axe.
Zach took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He’d been in some hairy situations in his lifetime, but nothing quite like this. Sighing, he raked a hand through his hair again. “What I’m telling you is true. A few months ago I got this letter from a lawyer in Boston, saying that Ellis Morgan had left me a property in Maine.”
She gasped, then began to laugh, an hysterical, high pitched giggle he’d heard in highly stressed people before. “I get it! This is Paul’s doing, isn’t? A joke to cheer me up after what Darren did. Okay, you can confess now.” She held her arms out.
