“The county is voting on the environmental easement for the northern ridge.”

“If the easement passes, they can’t build,” I said.

“Exactly,” Alden said. “That’s why they need the sale finalized before Monday.”

“But Cypress Meridian doesn’t have that kind of cash on hand,” I said. “Harper told me their capital is tied up.”

“They don’t need Cypress Meridian’s cash,” Alden said.

“What do you mean?”

Before Alden could answer, Graham banged his fist against the hood of the car.

The metal dented slightly under the blow, the vibration rattling the dashboard.

“Get out of the car!” Graham roared.

The rain seemed to intensify, drumming a wild rhythm against the roof.

I reached over and rolled the passenger window down an inch.

Cold water sprayed across my face, carrying the smell of wet earth and wet wool.

“Go home, Graham,” I said.

“You’re trespassing on my client’s property, Alden,” Graham said, ignoring me.

He pointed the flashlight directly at Alden’s face, blinding him.

“I suggest you get out of that vehicle before I call the authorities.”

“This is my car, Graham,” I said. “And Alden is my attorney.”