La Rose Blanche
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Ebony’s mind still reeled from the discovery of a few moments before. …
I’ve got to think of something fast … for once … maybe I’ll just tell the truth. She turned toward Morris.
“I’m sorry, Mr. DeLane, but this was all a scam. James Hunt is a thief.” Her pitiful explanation had conveniently left her and Earl out of the picture.
“What are you talking about?” David asked, as he slumped into the other chair. Earl continued to sit cross-legged on the floor. He looked lost. Morris’ escalating shouts bounced off the blank mahogany walls, as he towered over the suddenly small-looking Ebony.
“I knew it. I knew there was something wrong yesterday. You had to be in on it; otherwise you wouldn’t have known it was a scam. Tell me the truth. Were you and Earl in on this? Do not lie to me!” …
“I … yes … we were in on it, but it’s not Earlie’s fault,” she continued, “I made him do it. I know that ain’t a good enough excuse, but we met Hunt in a bar and neither one of us had a job at the time. … He said he needed to hire two people and we were a good fit. Earlie is a whiz at accountin’ and I’ve been a receptionist before. I thought workin’ for him would be a good way for us to pick up some cash. … David, I guess you can call the cops now.”
“I’ll decide when we call them,” Morris said, “not you or David. Tell me the truth.”
“I did, Mr. DeLane.”
“Do you know where he is?”
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Beverly Hills resident and world-renowned antiques dealer Morris Maximilian DeLane III is still haunted by his dying mother’s last words: I should have killed your father when I had the chance. Now days later, his mother is gone, and he is the sole inheritor of her estate, La Rose Blanche. Even though he is wealthy in his own right, a vast fortune awaits him—or so he thinks.
As Morris arrives at La Rose Blanche, he has no idea that James Hunt, the administrator of his mother’s affairs, has disappeared, leaving Morris with unimaginable debt. As Morris sets out to track down Hunt without the help of the authorities, suspicion grows around the circumstances surrounding his mother’s death. Morris delves into her past and unwittingly uncovers a secret from her childhood that changes the fate of everyone involved.
In this spine-tingling tale, an antiques dealer caught up in the mysterious manner of his mother’s death and the dangerous hunt for her missing fortune is about to discover that things are rarely as simple as they seem.
“Rollicking, entertaining and fun …. An edgy (and, yes, sometimes even bizarre) novel that leaves the reader musing on any number of issues: family, sexuality, friends and the aftermath of lies.”
—Michael Vincent, social worker
About the Author
Anthony Harvey attended Concord College and has been writing all his life. His poetry has been published in The Bluestone Review, a local college publication. Anthony currently resides in Bluefield, West Virginia, with his partner, Roger, and their two dogs, Max and Maggie. This is his first novel.