Chapter 6

That didn’t surprise me once I’d realized The Boss had a soft spot for Portia Mann.

“Quinn can’t do that.” Novotny seemed upset. “His grandfather made his will airtight. Neither the house nor the land can be sold.”

I gave Novotny a look. I knew that. I’d been there when Quinn read the conditions of the will. And if anyone even triedto break the will, the house, the land—everything—all went to the Animal Welfare League of Arlington.

“How did you find the butler’s pantry, dear one?” Portia asked.

“It can’t hold a candle to the one out in Shadow Brook.” Novotny shrugged. “It’s a lot smaller. But it does have nice built-ins.”

“Let’s leave the outside for another time and resume looking at the house.” Portia took Novotny’s arm and they went back through the french doors.

Quinn and I followed them, and he was just locking the doors behind us when my cell phone began to play “I’m Going to Go Back There Someday.”