Chapter Six
Mike Montclair’s office was decorated in mahogany and maroon. It was calm and regal, and it suited Adalia’s brother’s personality to a tee.
“It’s wonderful to see you, Sis,” Mike rumbled in those dulcet tones, letting her in with a bob of his head. He indicated the leather chair in front of his desk, and she walked over to it and took a seat.
“It’s good to see you, too, Mike. I’m sorry I came on such short notice, but I’ve got a bit of an emergency.” She plopped the dossier on his vast desk and rearranged his name plate. He was a partner in a law firm.
She’d never get over that. Her brother was a total success story, like something out of those semi-condescending Hollywood movies about black kids who grew up bad but ended well.
Their three brothers had died in turf wars or
