Rhys MacFarlane experienced an uncanny sense of déjà vu as he and Price entered the attorney’s room at the Inn.
Immaculately groomed and tailored, the man stepped around a table set up in front of the wing chair from which he’d obviously risen when they knocked. “Warren Shellgrove. Porter, Shellgrove and Porter. I’ve handled Warner Hayden’s family and personal business for many years now,” he introduced himself, proferring a hand first to Price, then to MacFarlane as they, in turn, introduced themselves.
He motioned the detectives to a capacious sofa opposite the chair where he sat. “I hope you’ll forgive me,” he said with a charming smile. “On such short notice, I couldn’t get a business-class seat, and breakfast was about five a.m., Mountain Time. Of course I went immediately to talk w
