“Can I see that?” Yulian cuts in.
I blink. Ginny does, too. “Sure,” she says, though not without an edge. “Knock yourself out.”
Yulian’s eyes scan the document. It only takes him a minute to read through all of it. As a businessman, he must have seencountless papers just like it.
“The document’s legit,” he says. “But this bank isn’t to be trusted. It’s not the first time they’ve ‘accidentally’ misplaced clientfunds to sell the property to the highest bidder.”
My eyes go wide. “You mean my family’s being scammed?”
“I believe so.” He folds the paper neatly and hands it back to my parents, not Ginny. “Is there a construction project going on inyour area? Something big?”
“Well, yes,” Mom frowns. “There’s that Baldwin Resort, but—”
“Brad wouldn’t do that to us,” G
