Hidden by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels [Michaels, Fern]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Boston, Massachusetts

Millstone Manor

If someone had taken Arthur’s blood pressure at that moment, they would have called the paramedics. He was shrieking at the top of his lungs. “What do you mean you haven’t made contact?” He snapped his fingers at Rowena to pour him another scotch.

Rowena stretched her long legs and sashayed to the console where Arthur kept his single-malt scotches, bourbons, and cognac. He held up three fingers indicating how much liquor to pour. The equivalent of three fingers wrapped around the glass. Rowena laughed to herself. If he means his, I’ll have to use four of mine.

Arthur could barely control his rage. “You are supposed to find out if she signed it, does she know what was in it, and where it might be! It shouldn’t be this hard! You had better speak to her in person by tomorrow, or I’ll be on my way out there and you’ll be on your way out. Do I make myself clear?”

Rowena handed him the tumbler of scotch. Maybe that would calm him down. Rowena couldn’t understand why Arthur was so exasperated of late. Yes, several months before Randolph died, he had told Arthur to “start making other plans.” What Randolph meant was that they were going to have to move out of the mansion into a place of their own, for one. The other, Rowena suspected, was that Arthur might find himself no longer a part of Millstone Enterprises. If Randolph decided to cut Arthur out of his will, or at least to leave him something much smaller than the family fortune, something both she and Arthur feared he might do, Arthur would be left up the proverbial creek without a paddle.

Rowena knew that Randolph had been aware of Arthur’s past gambling problems and that they were possibly becoming a problem once more. Perhaps Randolph had been planning to put Arthur on a tight leash. Rowena figured that Arthur was probably seriously in debt. Just how seriously was the question. Judging from how Arthur was behaving, he probably owed a staggering amount, requiring that he inherit more than a token amount if he were to avoid serious repercussions. One thing she knew for certain, the people Arthur was dealing with were not nice people.

On more than one occasion, Rowena walked into Arthur’s study as he was writing out checks to himself. One evening, before he got home from the office, she went through the drawers of his desk and found the checkbook. Rowena was surprised he hadn’t locked it away. Perhaps he thought no one would be rummaging around in his desk or he had simply forgotten to lock it. Lately, he had been hitting the booze in large quantities, so it wasn’t totally surprising that he might have forgotten. But there it was for her to get a good peek. It appeared he was siphoning off money in dribs and drabs. Checks for a few thousand dollars every other week or so. Nothing that would set off any alarms.

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