on behalf of Patsy,” Patsy’s attorney said. “I—”
“You’ll sign this agreement or I’ll contest her share. I’ve already spoken with Whit and Landry. They support my decision.”
“You can’t do that,” Patsy’s attorney said. “All parties have to be present and sign a mediation agreement. Patsy would never agree to this.” He swung his hand toward the document on the table in front of Schmidt.
“Yes, I can contest her share. She is suspected of murder, as you are well aware.”
“Being suspect and proven guilty are two different things, Mr. Adair. I won’t sign any agreement that gives Ms. Mason any portion of Reginald’s will.”
“You’re authorized to sign on her behalf.”
“Yes, I am.” He wore a smug look. He had the power.
All right. Carson preferred to keep this civil, but Patsy’s attorney gave him no choice. “Might I have a word with you in private?”
Carson stood. He extended his hand to the conference room door.
Patsy’s attorney’s smug look changed to confusion.
“Anything you have to say should be said in front of everyone,” Schmidt said.
“I’m sure you won’t want me to say what I have to say in public.”
Patsy’s attorney’s eyes twitched in question. And then concern. A guilty person always knew when their crimes had been discovered.
Whit looked at him with a nod of encouragement, and Landry looked as if she didn’t care. She probably just wanted to get out of here.
When the attorney didn’t move, Carson said, “I’m more than happy to oblige Mr. Schmidt.”
Patsy’s attorney stood. “Excuse us a moment.”
Carson led him across the hall to a smaller conference room he’d had one of the assistants reserve. On the table was an envelope that contained copies of what Whit’s assistant had.
“I hired a private investigator to obtain these photographs. If you don’t sign on behalf of Patsy, they go to your wife.”
Patsy’s attorney looked from the envelope to Carson. Then he snatched up the envelope and slid out the first of several photos. He didn’t look at any others. The first one was enough, as Carson suspected it would be.
“What kind of businessman are you?” Patsy’s attorney asked.
“I’m not.” He’d run as far and fast away from business as he could. He didn’t even work for AdAir Corp. And he didn’t like feeling as though he was acting just like his father, using blackmail to get what he wanted. His only justification was that he had to right a wrong, Patsy’s wrong, and to honor his father’s wishes. For that, he’d do anything. This was a quick and sure way to see that Patsy no longer poisoned his family.
“You think you can get away with blackmailing me?”
“I prefer to think of it as blackmailing my mother.”
Patsy’s attorney scoffed. “Your family is despicable.”
“I’ll be sure to tell Patsy that if she isn’t guilty of murdering my father.” Otherwise, he’d have to agree that at least his mother was despicable.
“Your mother has a legitimate reason for disputing Reginald’s will.”
“Jealousy is not a legitimate reason.” Carson took a step closer. Taller than him by six inches or more, he loomed over him. “Sign the agreement or your wife finds out about your double life.”
“Don’t you care at all about your own mother’s wishes?”
He shook his head. “Not in the least.”
“This is preposterous!” Patsy’s attorney slapped the envelope down onto the table. “I won’t stand for it.”
“Your choice.” Carson pressed the speaker on the phone and called Whit’s assistant.
“Yes, Mr. Adair,” she said.
“Go ahead and deliver the package.”
“Right away, sir.”
“Wait!” Patsy’s attorney jerked forward toward the phone as though the assistant could see him try to stop her. “That won’t be necessary.”
“You’ll sign?” Carson asked.
“Yes.”
“Never mind, Carol. Wait for me to stop by your desk.”
“Yes, sir.”
Carson ended the call. “If you don’t go into that conference room and sign the agreement, I will have those photos couriered to your wife this morning.”
“You’re as ruthless as your father.”
Carson had never blackmailed anyone before, and it didn’t come easy to him. “Perhaps you should be more particular about the clients you represent.” He stepped toward the door.
“What about these?” Patsy’s attorney gestured to the photos.
“They’re yours. The originals will go into my personal safe.”
Anger flared from the attorney’s eyes. He picked up the envelope and took it with him.
Back in the conference room, Schmidt looked suspicious. Whit already knew what this was about.
“I signed the agreement, Carson.” Landry stood. “I’m going to go now.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”
She left the room while Schmidt, Georgia and Ruby watched Patsy’s attorney stuff the envelope into his briefcase.
“We’re all ready to sign the agreement.”
Georgia looked stunned, gaping at him, no doubt wondering how he’d done it. And why.
Patsy’s attorney signed the agreement and stood, picking up his briefcase. With a last glare at Carson, he stormed out of the conference room.
“What did you do?” Georgia asked.
“That’s between me and him.” He handed Ruby a pen. “It’s not important anymore. What’s important is that he signed.”
She took it and signed the mediation agreement.
“I’ll let you know when the transaction takes place,” Carson said.
She smiled warmly up at him. “Thank you, Mr. Adair. Your father would be so proud.”
He grunted derisively. “You
