McGrath women.
Plural?
Julia.
Anastasia, her mother?
If my assumption was correct, and Marlin had personal experience with a McGrath woman, then that meant there were additional McGrath secrets to reveal.
“Maybe,” I said, “the trouble isn’t the women. Maybe it’s the inept men in their beds.”
A red hue climbed Marlin’s neck, bringing crimson to his already-ruddy complexion. He stood taller. “You don’t belong here. You’ve climbed out of the gutters and dressed yourself up, but it doesn’t change who you really are, Sherman.”
I expected him to use the name Thomas. To his credit, he didn’t.
“You don’t belong with Julia.”
A smile curled my lips. “And yet you’re offering to sell me your shares of Wade.” I turned to walk toward the door and turned back. “Do tell Logan I said hello. We must catch up.”
As soon as I stepped out of the office and closed the door, I sent a text.
Expect a call. The bait is set.
I hit send.
A smiling emoji with bright red lips was the reply.