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Chapters (26)
  1. Books by Fern Michaels
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Epilogue
  22. Teaser chapter
  23. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  24. SWEET VENGEANCE
  25. DEEP HARBOR
  26. SAFE AND SOUND

“Got it!” she said triumphantly. She slid the key in the lock and turned the tumbler.

Espinosa was the last one through the door. And he made sure he locked the door behind him.

Strange things were going on. Better to be safe than sorry later.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Lizzie sat up straight in the melon-colored club chair in her office and looked around. She homed in on Jack and waved her hands in the air. “It’s been a while since I had my first and only meltdown years ago. If my memory serves me correctly, you were there for me that time, too. I’m sorry, everyone. Believe me when I tell you I am okay. I really am. It was seeing someone in my house. My house. Touching my things, touching Cosmo’s things and Little Jack’s stuff. My house is my castle. It’s sacrosanct. I feel violated. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back there. Okay, that’s all I have to say on that. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get down to business and do what we came here to do.

“I guess my first question is, where are my clients?”

“They just pulled into the parking lot. I’ll go back and let them in,” Ted said.

Lizzie bounced up and out of the melon-colored chair and walked around to take her place behind her massive desk. She reached for a yellow legal pad and centered it in front of her, her signal that she was ready for business.

Suddenly, the spacious office where Lizzie toiled six hours every day was filled to capacity with Harry and his entourage. Introductions were made, hands shaken, and Cyrus barking.

“We can adjourn to one of our conference rooms, or if some of you don’t mind standing, we can work here. I’m sorry about the seating, but I don’t usually have this many clients in my office at one time.” The gang opted to stand. Harry took the floor and went into his spiel. Lizzie let her jaw drop and her eyes pop wide. “Nine point two million dollars! You all won nine point two million!” Harry dug around in the pocket where he kept his sprouts and pulled out a sheaf of chits. He laid them on top of the yellow legal pad. They all watched as Lizzie riffled through them and did a mental count. “It appears your number is correct, Harry.”

The five men stood at attention, grinning from ear to ear as they waited to hear what was going to happen next.