Alexandria
Officer Emerson stood and opened the door as we all began to gather our things.
"Alexandria!"
I turned to the familiar face of Ralph Porter. He'd been at the party Saturday night; however, before that it had been years since I'd seen him. Most of the contact I'd made with Hamilton and Porter regarding my trust had been with Natalie, one of their assistants.
I nodded. "Ralph?"
Granted, in proper society, a man Ralph Porter's age, probably older than Alton, deserved the respect of the use of his last name. Nothing I'd discovered about Ralph Porter, from the archaic will of my grandfather to the loss of my trust fund, deserved my respect.
He lifted his hand toward me, beckoning me out of the room.
When I didn't move, he said, "Officers, if you'll excuse us. I need to speak to my client."
Standing directly behind Ralph was Isaac. His head and shoulders loomed higher, dwarfing the man who'd forever been my mother's as well as Alton's and Bryce's counsel.