Mike sighed. "Yeah… so. Sharona has been in close contact with a man named Raphael."
Ivy lifted her soda to her lips, the cold fizz biting her tongue as she took a long, steady sip.
"What's his story?" she asked.
"He is the assistant to Maurice Heathcliffe of Heathcliffe Associates," he said. "Maurice is the Orchard family lawyer… and George Orchard's best friend."
Ivy raised a brow. "Let me guess. Maurice Heathcliffe is handling the Orchard inheritance."
Mike touched the tip of his nose and pointed at her in the same motion.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"I think it's time to make our move," he said. "Take out the pawn at the bottom of the food chain, and the rest will fall into place. This assistant—he's low enough to crack but close enough to know something."
"But I need you to do some inquiry. And it might have you… questioning Winn himself."
Ivy's entire body locked up.
