“Do you have somewhere you can go?”
“My lake house. It’s upstate, on the Finger Lakes.”
“Go there. Lie low for two, maybe three days. Don’t talk to anyone, don’t go anywhere. I’ll come and get you when I can.”
“This is crazy,” I said. “I have work. My restaurant just burned to the ground. I can’t run away now.”
“You’ve made enough money this year. I’m trying to make sure you’re still alive tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I said, frustratedly.
“And, Alex?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sure you’re aware that you’ve technically not committed marriage fraud. But you’re going to take Mrs. Lowe with you. As the legal heir to your fortune, she’s at just as much risk as you are.”
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Lola....
“No,”I said.
Alex looked at me. Or rather, looked down on me. Standing next to me on the doorstep of my building,
