"Arthur, starting now, this is MY home. Consider it what you owe me for wasting seven years of my life!"
"I'm going to spend my wedding night here with Jarvis. Have babies here. Live here and—"
"Tamara, trespassing in someone's home is a crime."
I held up my phone and waved it in front of her face.
"If you don't leave, I'm calling the police."
"Go ahead!"
At the mention of police, Tamara only looked more pleased with herself.
She tossed a manila envelope into my hands.
"Call them right now, if you've got the nerve. I'd love to see who the real criminal is!"
I tore open the envelope. Inside was a brand-new property deed.
The name listed as sole owner: Tamara Pruitt.
I pulled out my phone and called the real estate agent immediately.
Ferris Lambert's groggy voice came through the other end.
"Hey, man. The deed was processed three days ago. Tamara brought me in to handle it. She said you'd agreed to put the house in her name..."
My mind went blank, a single sharp buzz drowning out everything else. I stood rooted to the spot.
Jarvis let out two sneering laughs, then ordered the men he'd brought to hog-tie me and throw me into the basement directly below the master bedroom.