Using the excuse of needing to meet with a supplier for the orchard, Trisha and Nick left Small Rapids and headed into Milwaukee. Their appointment with Albert Winfield, Alexandra Drake's attorney, was at ten.
Trisha fidgeted with her purse strap from the passenger's seat as Nick wove his way through the end of morning rush hour on I-94 toward downtown. They'd made changes to the interstate since she'd been here last, but the traffic was still relentless.
Exiting on Clybourn, Nick turned north until hitting Wells Street and locating a parking structure. The fishy, humid smell of Lake Michigan and the cry of seagulls hit the open window. Her stomach wouldn't calm down. Every curve of the road emphasized the nervous cramps present since she'd gotten in the car.
"It would be best to let me
