Monday morning.
Lady Audrey showed up at nine sharp, her Mercedes followed by a big pickup truck with two big men on it. Two big men who, like Ann had anticipated, didn't like women sticking their noses in their stuff, especially a short girl that looked hardly of age.
The moment they set foot in the guesthouse, they started talking about tearing walls down and doing this or that. And when I tried to object, Lady Audrey patted my shoulder with a patronizing smile.
"Let the experts decide, dear," she said. "They know better."
I didn't bother to reply. I just produced my phone and called Brandon, who picked up still in bed.
"Hey, kid," he said, eyes hardly open. "Any problem over there?"
"What we expected."
"Okay. Call you back in five."
He disconnected and I turned to the big experts, forcing a smile. "Please, take a look around. We'll be right back. Would you come with me, Mrs. Anderson?"
