'Jack Novelle.'
'I'm sorry, Mr. Novelle, but we aren't allowed to give you any information regarding our other clients.'
'I don't understand,’ I say after a beat. ‘You’ve been sending letters to my father and the Novelle family lawyers for years. I should be able to find out what it’s regarding.'
'I'm afraid I can't disclose private information, Mr. Novelle. Especially not over the?—'
I hear someone else in the background and I’m unceremoniously put on hold again. A male voice comes on the phone a moment later.
'Mr. Novelle. This is Charles Meyer. It’s true that my firm has been corresponding with your father and Marchmont & Co., but that's all the information I'm prepared to give you. You understand.'
'No, I don’t understand. JohnNovellewas my father,' I begin, but Meyer interrupts.
'I understand who you are, Mr. Novelle, and my condolences on the recent death of your father. But this isn't a matter that I can discuss with you. Your brother, Andrew, is the sole beneficiary of your father's estate. You have a good day, sir.'
The line goes dead.
'Fuck,' I mutter.
I grit my teeth and glance at Blake who’s watching me now, not even pretending he wasn’t listening. 'We're gonna have to go up there.'
He smirks. ‘Guess the Novelle name doesn’t open every door, huh?’
Yesterday, a comment like that from him would have pissed me off, but after the revelations of last night, I know why he’s acting like this. He’s trying to protect us. Even me.
'Is there anything I can do?' I ask.
He looks surprised, probably expecting an outburst from me, but then shakes his head on a long sigh. 'They want to meet with me. I have to go.'
‘No other way,’ I agree. ‘Just be careful. I'm pretty sure that you don't want to fuck around with the cartels.'
He nods, looking unsettled. 'Yeah.'
I sit down on the couch nearby, changing the subject. ‘The lawyer in New York won’t tell me anything.’
‘So I heard.’
I sit back, drawing a hand roughly through my lighthair. 'This is bullshit. It's got to be about Daisy. What else could it be?’
My phone beeps and I look down.
'Fuck,' I mutter.
'Who is it?' he asks.
'My brother.'
‘What the fuck does he want?’
I open the message, not sure what to expect. Since the will was read, Andy hasn’t given me the time of day and he doesn’t message me.
I know she's with you. Bring her to the house, would you? I need to talk to her.
I show Blake the message and he raises a brow.
'Why does your fucknut of a brother want to speak to Daisy? Maybe your dad left her something?'
I shake my head, doubtful. 'There was nothing in the will. It was pretty succinct, to be honest. Andy gets everything, Jack nothing.’
