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“The first is her home address. The second is her place of business. I’ll pay when it’s done.”
“Wire it now. All of it. Or call someone else.”
Fiona frowned. “What the hell?”
“Times are hard. Trusting people even harder. My way or the highway.”
“Fine,” Fiona muttered. “But I want it done in two days or I’ll send someone after you.”
There was a moment of silence, and then a whisper.
“I know who you are. I know where you live. Never threaten me again.”
The line went dead.
Fiona frowned. Maybe she’d overplayed her hand a bit, but fifty thousand would take care of that, and she’d transfer the money as soon as she got home.
Their last open house guests were gone a few minutes after 4:00 p.m., and as soon as they left, Amalie plopped down on the sofa and kicked off her heels.
“Oh my lord. My feet are killing me.”
Sean sat down beside her and slid his arm around her shoulders.
“I am so proud of you. I saw you at your finest, talking about what you know and what you do. You made some big impressions on people today.”
Her eyes were alight with excitement as she turned to face him.
“I have three new clients coming in next week to get their taxes done, and two people who run businesses in their homes wanting to talk about incorporating, and one client who wants me to keep the books on their business. Next week is going to be crazy busy and I couldn’t be happier.”
“I know exactly how you feel. I lost all my clients after we moved here from Conway. I’ve been rebuilding for the past two years, and after I added security installation as part of the business, it’s really grown.”
“We’ve come a long way from Ellen Smith Elementary, haven’t we?” she said, eyeing the mess left behind from the event. “And now that we’ve patted ourselves on the back, I need to get busy. This place isn’t going to clean itself.”
But he didn’t budge. “I have a question. That blond woman who came in before noon. You two had a conversation. Did you know her?”
“No, why?” Amalie asked.
“I don’t know. She just gave off a vibe I didn’t like,” he said.
“You mean because she kept talking to my scars instead of my face?”
He frowned. “Is that what she was doing? I knew something was off by the look on your face.”
Amalie shrugged. “That’s what some people do. It didn’t bother me, but I also didn’t play into it. I could tell she was put off by them.”
Sean frowned. “Did she give you her name?”
“Mary Ingalls,” Amalie said.
Sean frowned. “Why does that sound familiar?”
She rolled her eyes. “Little House on the PrairieTV series, Mary Ingalls. I guarantee that’s not her name, and I won’t see her again.”
“You’re probably right,” he said, but he wasn’t satisfied. He was going to do some digging on his own later. “How about I help you get this place cleaned up and then get you home?”
“I won’t say no,” she said.
“I’ll do the heavy stuff. I’ll deal with the coffee urn and trash,” Sean said.
