Chapter 4
Amelie
“So, Daniel Fontaine,” my lawyer, Gloria Chan, taps her narrow, pursed lips with her fountain pen and peers at her laptop monitor. “Does in fact own a small investment firm in New Orleans. No local properties—he’s currently living in an extended-stay hotel in Metairie with his daughter, probably to be close to her physical therapist.”
I lean forward in the padded leather seat next to hers to peer at the screen. “No criminal record?”
“Not so much as a parking ticket. This guy’s clean. And with the contract we just hashed out, he won’t get away with much if you choose him. Legally, anyway.” She smiles as she sits back for me to read.
“How was his daughter disabled?” I ask suddenly. Am I sniffing out the possibility of a***e? Maybe he seems too good to be true?
“Car acc
