“I know.”
“He’s threatening eviction.”
“I’ll handle it.”
Marco nodded.
“I thought you would say that.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because Lorenzo heard about it.”
Margaret’s voice hardened.
“We don’t need his money.”
“This isn’t money.”
“What is it?”
“Time.”
She frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“Thirty days.”
He pointed toward the envelope.
“Your landlord agreed to delay the eviction for thirty days.”
“Why?”
“Because the building was purchased this morning.”
Margaret’s blood ran cold.
“By whom?”
Marco didn’t answer.
She already knew.
“Moretti?”
He nodded.
Margaret opened the door.
“You bought our building?”
“Lorenzo did.”
“You can’t do this.”
“He already did.”
“Why?”
Marco looked at her.
“Because your daughter asked for twenty dollars.”
Margaret stared at him.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“No.”
He turned to leave.
“Most things involving Lorenzo don’t.”
Lorenzo watched from inside his office as Marco returned.
