The Royalty Trap: How I Beat My Killer Brother

ra Music Auction" was announced. It was the

show. He consigned the demo tapes, and the auction house, fooled by the elaborate fakes, p

from my father' s collection that I' d acquired. A signed photo of a jazz legend, a ra

a phone ca

ction, a stickler for detail, and the granddaughter of a famous producer who

er the phone, keeping my voice neutral. "You might want to look closely at the magnet

end. "Who is this?" she asked,

music lover," I

Derek was in his element, wearing an expensive suit and holding court, basking in the attention. He saw

Chloe, the archivist, watching me from the side of the st

ain event. The

ost piece of music history." The bidding started hig

the applause. The gavel was about to fall on

the au

It was Chloe. She walked onto

her voice clear and steady. "But we have reas

h the crowd. Derek

about?" he stammered.

vealed a problem. The plastic used in these tape reels contains a fire-retardant chemical c

er immediately withdrew his offer. The auct

t' s him! He did this!" He pointed a shaking finger at me.

alked onto the stage

come with us," one of them s

ed, trying to pull

ons echoing through the silent, shocked room.

n fifteen minutes." Then her eyes found mine. There was a l

's greed had led him right into the