“I’m sorry?” says Arnold. His voice is still as charming as ever, but the warmth has disappeared.
“BLLC Holdings.” I swallow. “You know, the other company involved with the Third Union Bank loan? The one that registered a charge? I just happened to notice—”
“I have to go now, Olivia!” Arnold cuts me off smoothly. “Delightful to chat, but I’m leaving the country next week, and there’s a lot to do. It’s exceedingly busy here, so I wouldn’t ring again if I were you.”
The line goes dead before I can say any more. I slowly put down the phone and stare at a butterfly fluttering outside the window.
That wasn’t right. That wasn’t a natural reaction. He got rid of me as soon as I mentioned his son-in-law.
Something is going on. Something is definitely going on.
I have totally abandoned the ho
