First thing the next morning, I listed the house for sale. Just like Zane demanded, I put his contact number right there on the listing.
It only took a few days before someone called him, ready to buy. Zane was over the moon, but I did not feel a thing. The buyer was my older brother.
When Bryan showed up, he pretended to look the place over, then lowballed the offer with a ridiculously low price. Zane quickly nodded in agreement.
From where he stood, this house was basically free money out of thin air. No matter what price he got, he was still turning a profit.
Zane was in such a rush to close the deal that he practically dragged us to the county office to finalize the title transfer. As soon as that was done, he mumbled a quick goodbye to me, pocketed the cash, and bolted.
I hung ba
