in front of us.
No shaking hands.
No confused gaze.
She looked ten years younger.
Then she said something I never expected.
“It was never about Grant getting the house.”
The investigator opened his notebook.
“Then what was it about?”
Vivian looked directly at me.
“Your grandmother.”
I nearly laughed.
“My grandmother is dead.”
“Yes.”
“And she had nothing to do with you.”
Vivian’s smile widened.
“June Harper knew me very well.”
My skin prickled.
“No, she didn’t.”
“She worked for my father.”
Grandma had worked as a bookkeeper before
