Chapter 8: The Portland Offer

The man from Portland arrived on a Tuesday in a car too clean for Wharf Street's gravel, and Della knew what he was before he'd said a word — the particular confidence of someone used to buildings changing hands as easily as breath. "Nathaniel Voss," he said, extending a hand across the bakery counter like they were meeting in a boardroom instead of a kitchen dusted with flour. "I represent a gro...