Cry Mercy
A Mercy Street Novel
Chapter One
Robert Magellan stood on the front steps of his Tudor-style mansion and looked over the crowd gathered on the paved circular drive that was wide enough to accommodate three vehicles.
“I want to be able to park three cars across,” he’d told the contractor, and that’s exactly what he got.
Today there were people, not cars, lining the driveway.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Robert’s personal assistant and right hand, Susanna Jones, asked from just inside the front door.
“It’s a great idea,” he assured her.
“You’ve always avoided the press,” she reminded him.
“Yes, but this time I have something important to say.”
“There were those who thought you might have had something important to say when you sold your stock in Magellan Express a few years back,” she said dryly.
“My ex-partner talked enough for both of us,” he recalled. “There wasn’t much for me to add.”
And of course, he’d had littl ...
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