himself together by force.
Diane approached slowly. “What does C.M. Trust mean?”
Brendan didn’t answer.
“Brendan,” she pressed. “What does it mean?”
His throat worked.
C.M.
Cassidy Morrison.
The initials had existed in documents for years, buried in structures no one in the family bothered to truly understand. Trusts, holding vehicles, shell layers, voting continue reading …
