I brought the agreement back to Bluewater Design Group.
By the time Xavier finished reading it, his expression had turned cold.
"Warren Group didn't create this work."
I looked up at him.
He walked over to the bookshelf, pulled out an old catalog, and turned to a marked page.
A yellowed photograph was tucked between the pages.
It showed a weathered timber-framed pavilion on the grounds of a historic mountain estate.
Three words had been carved into one of the beams, Cline Custom Millwork.
Xavier pointed to the photograph.
"This is a historic estate in California that my grandfather helped restore twenty years ago. The lead restoration carpenter and architectural millwork designer was a man named Henry Cline."
My breath caught.
Henry Cline was my father's name.
Xavier looked at
