Demolition Before the Bloom

to her right.

“Serve him,” Eleanor commanded.

Her voice was as cold as a winter wind.

The man in the charcoal suit stepped forward.

He didn’t walk around the picnic blanket. He walked right over it.

He stopped inches from Richard’s chest.

He reached inside his tailored jacket and pulled out a thick, heavy manila envelope.

He didn’t politely hand it over.

He continue reading …