The man with the point-toed boots and slouch hat spoke to Angel as he handed her the document.
“Took you long enough to get it to me. Did you look at it?”
He drew in two puffs from his pipe before answering. “Yes. But you already knew what was written there, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but I needed proof. Now I have it.”
“Is this piece of paper the reason you have hated the Jackson family?” His tone of one of mild curiosity.
Angel shrugged her shoulders. “Fawn and I were friends when we were children. I envied her even then. She didn’t appreciate her family. She always complained about how strict her mother was, never seeming to be satisfied, or even happy ex...