DeLeina, Maya - Veil of Seduction [Ambrose Heights Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Maya DeLeina Page A

of the room.
    Detective Doyle continued, “I am sorry, where were we? Yes, when Alex made contact with Mr. White, it was discovered he was trying to locate you and we informed him you would be in the office this afternoon.”
    Anya turned to the man in the suit who now sat next to her.
    “I’m Mr. White. Mr. Alan White.” He held his hand to her. “Mrs. Evans, I am truly sorry for your loss. My office helped Anise with her living will, and she named my firm as the executor. I’m responsible for the administration of your sister’s estate until final distribution of her assets is made to the beneficiary. Her estate includes a residence, bank accounts, and investments. Mrs. Evans, your sister named you as the sole beneficiary to her estate.”
    Mr. White opened his briefcase and handed Anya a copy of Anise’s will.
    “The will does contain funeral instructions and explicit instructions to do a consultation with you prior to any arrangement decisions.”
    “When? When did she do all of this? I don’t understand. It doesn’t sound like something she would do. It’s not something that would cross her mind. She had nothing!”
    “Your sister started working with our office…” Mr. White looked down at notes he had written down on a legal pad in search for the answer. “…just about a month ago, according to the file.” Mr. White reached back into his briefcase and retrieved stacks of paperwork.
    “And, was there anyone else with her, a friend or boyfriend maybe, advising her to do this or something?” Anya questioned.
    “Not that I recall.” Mr. White stopped shifting through the stack of legal documents now strewn across the table. “I apologize, Mrs. Evans, for not looking very prepared in such a delicate matter as this. The truth is that when I received the call from Sergeant Stemper, I had to research everything from your sister’s file. Now, I admit I never remember every detail of every client, but I normally have some recollection of a conversation or discussion we had, especially on a fairly new client like your sister. But I’m at a complete loss here. The office staff cannot place her as well. Rest assured, however, we have documentation that clearly expressed Anise’s wishes. And now that I have located you as the sole beneficiary, we can begin the administration of the estate.”
    Anya glanced at the detective. Her face was riddled with skepticism. It was clear in Anya’s mind that the detective had orchestrated the meeting with Anise’s executor to evaluate the situation. More specifically, to assess Anya’s reaction to the news, making notes on every emotion, every gesture, every fluctuation in her voice.
    “Anise had no mortgage on the property and no outstanding bills, so this process should go smoothly,” stated Alan.
    “Wait. What are you saying exactly?” Anya shot glances back and forth between the detective and Alan. “Are you saying I’m inheriting a property in Ambrose Heights free and clear?”
    “Well, here’s the process. I will be applying for a grant of probate to administer the estate. I will file all the necessary legal documents at the registrar of probate along with Anise’s will, death certificate, and a statement of all assets and liabilities. Barring any unforeseen setbacks from the courts, probate should be granted. So, to answer your question, yes. You will inherit the property in Ambrose Heights. Free and clear. Now, we would need to discuss capital gains tax liability as a result…”
    Alan continued his explanation, but it fell on deaf ears. Anya was frozen in shock, her mind in a stupor, her body unresponsive to her surroundings. She was about to inherit a piece of property in the most coveted neighborhood in the town of Manitou Springs.
    Anya’s eyes traveled to the illustrated map of the city that sat pinned to the detective’s wall. The pastel-colored map was detailed, clearly depicting points of interest and changes in elevation in the towns that