Chapter 116 Stefan

• It felt like a trapdoor had opened up underneath me. I stood there holding the phone to my ear, trying to make sense of what she'd just said.
• The buyer had a representative, and all the paperwork was being done over wires and faxes—as old-fashioned as the latter sounded. The buyer had been missing one legal document that was necessary for the sale to be acknowledged by Italian law. That holdup was the only reason I hadn't signed over the property today.
• I'd tried to find information on the buyer, so had my lawyer, but everything pointed to a company in southern Germany. It hadn't occurred to me once that would be a front. The offer had been above the value of the land. Why in hell would Marcus Kingston want to buy this house? This dead land?