Maggie had to admit that the sketch looked remarkably like her. “OK,” she said, “that’s me. And if you have a modelling offer or something like that, take a hike.”
Christopher was still looking at the sketch. “This is really good,” he said. “When did you pose for it?”
“She didn’t,” the stranger said drily. “This sketch is more than twenty years old.”
“Okay,” Maggie said cautiously, “I’m interested. Keep going.”
The stranger sat down. “I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Rhett Moreau and I work for the law firm of Mathers & Mayhew.”
“So you’re a lawyer?” Mr Moreau nodded. “And…?” Maggie made a beckoning gesture.
“Our firm mostly handle estate law. And, if you pass certain tests, you may be the heir to the remaining estate of Dr Charlie Stefanova.”
“But what has that got to do with a twenty year old sketch of me?”