Sumpter and Sumpter, Solicitors and Attorneys, 15C,
said the sign.
Susannah Ashendon glared at it as she stepped into the elevator, on the last leg of her unwilling journey to see her solicitor— and cousin— Farley Sumpter.
Farley knew she hated coming to the city just now. He could quite easily have mailed whatever papers needed signing or brought them over to Oakhurst himself on his way home— but then, of course he wouldn’t. He’d be much too scared she’d drag him twice round Yosemite or whisk him way over to Yellowstone and feed him to Old Faithful. In fact, he probably thought Old Faithful was at Yosemite, like the bears.