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“I’m not looking for cheap. Although, I’m concerned about the money missing from the main account.”

“We can remedy that rather quickly,” Nigel said. “I’ll need your contact information along with the bank information. We’ll sign an agreement. A retainer will be required.”

Harlow mentally ran the figures through her head. She should have ample funds available for the retainer. “Send me the paperwork.”

Nigel promised to have it over by the end of the day.

Harlow had a hard time hearing what he said next. Another call was coming in. She glanced at the screen. It was Robert. “Robert keeps calling me. Should I talk to him?”

“It’s entirely up to you. What do you think he wants?”

“To give me an earful.”

“Do you want to listen to an earful?” Nigel asked.

“Not really.”

“Then don’t take his call. Unless you’re concerned he’ll show up on your doorstep.”

“He already has. Knowing Robert, he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.”

“I suggest you not engage in verbal altercations. Perhaps communicating via text or email would be best,” the attorney suggested.

“Good idea.” Harlow thanked him. She ended the call and waved her phone in the air. “Nigel Beckworth and his team are going to help me sort through this mess.”

Her phone rang again. Robert was back at it. She sucked in a breath and typed out a text.Hello, Robert. What do you want?

Chapter 15

Robert’s reply was brief and to the point.Call me.

Why?

We need to talk.

About what? How concerned you are about my health?Harlow deleted the second question. She already knew how her husband felt. The only thing he cared about was money and her fulfilling her contractual agreement forA City of Glass.

She pressed send.

Her phone rang again. Against her better judgment and the advice of Nigel Beckworth, she answered. Foregoing the pleasantries, Harlow blurted out her question. “Why are you blowing my phone up?”

“What’s the big idea of sending some woman named Aunt Birdie and your friend to New York?”

“It was my aunt and Eryn. I asked them to get something for me.”Proof you’re cheating.

“Get what?”

“It’s nothing you need to be concerned about,” Harlow coolly replied. “I gave them permission to enter the apartment.”

Robert let out a long string of expletives, peppered in with words “trespassing” and something about calling the police to report a robbery.

“Calm down. They were not trespassing. The apartment is as much mine as it is yours.” Before Harlow could stop herself, she added, “You don’t seem to have a problem inviting guests over.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Robert demanded.

“You tell me.”

“Your aunt and friend stole stuff.”