Rett

“You’ve been avoiding my calls,” Michelson said, standing as I entered the front office.

“It’s nice to see you too, Richard.”

“Married.” He held up what I could only assume was a copy of my and Emma’s marriage certificate. “To a woman you claimed to not know.”

“I’m sorry you weren’t invited. It was a private ceremony.”

“The invitation didn’t work out well for Raymond ...