Chapter 15

“I didn’t come here to argue with you, or to ask you any questions about Anton. I came here to make a deal with you.” She took an envelope from her Birkin bag and opened it. “My husband, before he died, bought a building—your building.”

She handed me the papers. It confirmed that Anton had bought the building my office was in, and at the time of his death, he was actually my landlord. The building was built in the 1920s and had office space for six, but only three were rented out. Partly due to the economy and partly due to fact it was old, drafty, and needed constant repair.

Jessica continued, “I’ll give you the deed to the whole building, and you can be the owner and landlord of the other units if you promise me one thing. I’m not sure why he bought it, but I’m guessing it was something perverse involving you.”

Perverse?

“I really don’t understand what’s happening here. But go ahead, and tell me. What do you want me to promise you?