Chapter 114

“We’re here.”

“We are?” I stared out the SUV’s window.

Hyde was right, the town was small, although miniscule might be a better word for it. It looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting of small town America. A single street ran through the center of town and the houses and shops were charmingly picturesque.

He pulled the SUV into an angled parking spot in front of the only bank in town, and we got out and walked in.

The bank president came toward us, positively beaming, and with his hand extended. “Mr. Wyndham, it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. Miss Armitage called to say you’d be coming to visit our little town. And…and this is your husband? I’m Alfred Katz, but please, call me Alfred, Mr. Llewellyn-Wyndham.”

“Hello.” Since I hadn’t legally changed my name to Beauchamp just yet, I didn’t bother correcting him.

“I…uh…I’m afraid I’ll need to see the paperwork.”