She Told Me to Move Out at Christmas Dinner—Forgetting I Paid Every Bill in That House

comments. They’re digging their own grave. I just need to hand them the shovel.”

I turned toward the window.

“Call Jalen,” I said. “I want everything on Bradley Pitman. And check Florida — he always gets jumpy when Florida comes up. While he’s at it, have him look into our landlord, Mr. Henderson. Find out who holds the mortgage on 742 Oak Street.”

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