ALSO FROM MARY STANTON
ANGELS Advocate
Moneys been tight ever since Brianna Winston-Beaufort inherited Savannahs haunted law firm Beaufort & Companyalong with its less-than-angelic staff. But shes finally going to tackle a case that pays the bills, representing a spoiled girl who robbed a Girl Scout. But soon enough Bree finds that her clients departed millionaire father needs help, too. Can she help an unsavory father/daughter duo and make a living off of the living?
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Mary Stanton is the author of eighteen novels, including five in the Beaufort & Company Mysteries, and the senior editor of three short story anthologies. Writing as Claudia Bishop, she is the author of more than twenty novels, including the bestselling Hemlock Falls Mysteries. A dedicated horsewoman, Mary divides her time between a working farm in upstate New York and a small home in West Palm Beach, Florida. Mary loves to hear from readers, and she can be reached at her websites: www.marystanton.com and www.claudiabishop.com.
The Hierarchy of the Crystal Sphere
PERFECT LIGHT
The First SphereThe Guardians of the Light
Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones
The Second SphereThe Governors of the Spheres
Dominions, Powers, Virtues
The Third SphereMessengers in the Temporal World
Angels, Archangels, Principles
The Fourth SphereTemptors in the Temporal World
Fallen Angels, Fallen Archangels, Principles
The Fifth SphereGovernors of Hell
Dominions, Powers, Sins
The Sixth SphereThe Warriors of the Dark
Nephiliam, Fallen Seraphim, Fallen Cherubim
ENDLESS DARK
ALSO FROM MARY STANTON
ANGELS Advocate
Moneys been tight ever since Brianna Winston-Beaufort inherited Savannahs haunted law firm Beaufort & Companyalong with its less-than-angelic staff. But shes finally going to tackle a case that pays the bills, representing a spoiled girl who robbed a Girl Scout. But soon enough Bree finds that her clients departed millionaire father needs help, too. Can she help an unsavory father/daughter duo and make a living off of the living?
penguin.com
M557T0809
One
Would you believe the nerve of this wormy little bozo Allard Chambers? Bringing a lawsuit against Prosper, of all people? Celia Carmichael patted Prosper Whites knee with a protective air. She didnt wait for a response from the other people sitting in Brianna Winston-Beauforts law office but ran on like a train with no brakes. And that scruffy little creep who forced Prosper to take the papers, Bree. He was a toad. Not only thatwhatd you call him, darlin? She turned to the elegantly dressed man seated at her side and batted her eyelashes appealingly.
Celia Carmichael was Brees aunther mother Francescas youngest sister. The family called her Cissyand until her recent engagement to museum curator Prosper White, shed been a woman of cheerful insouciance and a certain artless flamboyance. Shed burst into Brees office some minutes ago, her face red with indignation, Prosper White trailing arrogantly in her wake.
He was a process server, Celia. White smoothed his fingers over his knee, dislodging Cissys hand with barely suppressed irritation. I do wish youd moderate your voice.
Cissys fianc was tall and lean. His hair was prematurely white, his eyes blue, and his face had a permanent tan. When Cissy had first introduced White to the family a month ago, Bree had guessed him to be in his late forties, although he looked younger. Cissy herself admitted to forty-five and looked like what she was: a well-cared-for Southern gentlewoman holding off the ravages of fifty-nine with charm and judicious applications of Botox.
Whatever. This server, she veered off into irrelevancy, although I cant think of a restaurant within a hundred miles of Savannah that would take him on as a waiter. The man had tattoos on his tattoos and a gold ring in his nose. Anyway, this person walks right into the gallery and shoves the papers into Prospers pocket. Then he grins like a hog on ice and scoots on out. I wanted to slap the smirk right off his mouth.
Bree murmured sympathetically.
So I brought Prosper over here sooner than quick. Well, we had one quick stop in between, but I have to tell you, I hustled. What we need, I told him, is the best lawyer in the state of Georgia, who I just happened to be related to by marriage, thank God. And since hes going to be related to us by marriage in less than a week, I knew youd be even more anxious to help us, Niece. You will, wont you? Cissy settled back into Brees only visitor chair with a snort, and then added, apropos of nothing in particular, When are you going to get some decent furniture here, Bree?
Bree couldnt decide which question to answer first. She wasnt anxious to take on a case for her aunts suspect fianc, so she decided not to answer that one at all. And she didnt have a dime to spend on fancy office furniture, so she wouldnt answer that one, either. Shed bought the essentials when shed reopened the office a few months ago: two desks, three chairs, and a steel-gray five-drawer filing cabinet from Second Hand Rows, the used furniture store on Whitaker Street. The place looked just fine, as far as she was concerned.
She looked at Prosper White and wondered at the instinctive dislike hed raised in almost all of the Winston-Beauforts except the infatuated Cissy. The thumbs-down included Brees younger sister, Antonia, who normally exhibited no common sense about men at all. Maybe it was the determined air of supercilious contempt. Or his too-fancy shoes. Or the faint drift of cologne that followed him. Bree sighed. Whatever it was, the man couldnt put a foot right with any of the family. She supposed she ought to feel sorry for him. But he wasnt a man who invited sympathy.
At the moment, White seemed to have an attitude about her furniture. He slouched in Brees saggy leather office chair as if the touch of the worn-out leather was repugnant. Brees secretary, EB Billingsley, had dragged the chair out from behind the small screen that partitioned Brees desk from the rest of the office space. White also seemed to have an attitude about EB, whom hed ignored when Cissy had made the introductions. EB was clearly one of the little people who didnt count in the twin worlds of art and commerce.
EB herself commanded her space behind her battered pine desk with her customary air of majestic aplomb. The desk faced the mahogany office door eight feet away. The upper half of the door was made of the opaque glass popular when the Bay Street building went up in 1822. Black lettering read LAW OFFICES B. WINSTON-BEAUFORT, only backwards, if you were standing inside looking out, the way Bree was. Gray wall-to-wall carpeting covered pine floors too gouged and splintered from a former fire to be successfully refinished. The office had one window, double-hung, that looked out over Bay Street. You could glimpse the Savannah River between the rehabbed warehouses that lined the other side of the street, but the sight was so familiar Bree rarely bothered.
Were keepin an eye out for some nice new office furniture, Ms. Carmichael, EB said blandly. But Ill tell you true, weve got so much business comin in that Bree hasnt had time to spit. This was a fib but a generous-hearted one; EB kept the accounts for this, the Bay Street office, and Brees Angelus Street office, too. She knew the dismal state of their finances better than anyone.
This summons is such a small matter; I doubt it will take up much of your time, Prosper White said. I can certainly send it along to my counsel in New York. He smiled with a glimpse of artificially whitened teeth. But its such a trivial matter I hate to bother them. And Cissy insisted. When Cissy gets her mind made up, I just follow along. If youd rather I passed the case along to someone else, Im happy to do so.