FLYNN'S POV
My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter while I was pouring coffee I wouldn’t drink. It was that same unknown number that had texted me the other night. Portland area code. I almost let it go to voicemail, but something made me pick up.
“Flynn Thornfield.”
“Mr. Thornfield, this is Patricia Haverford from Haverford Estate Management. I believe you got a message sent from us a few days ago. Because of that, I would like us to meet today if possible.
Eleven years of silence from my father’s estate, and now this. I checked my watch. “Does Ten o’clock work?”
“It works perfectly Mr Thornfield. Thank you.”
The line disconnected and I sighed and said to myself “What other surprise did he leave now? Gone almost 12 years and you are still causing me trouble”
I arrived at her down
