that shortly after her husband’s death, strange withdrawals had begun appearing in accounts connected to the family business.
Large amounts of money were disappearing.
At first, she thought it was an accounting mistake.
Then she discovered that several documents had been altered.
And every time she got close to finding the person responsible, one of her children somehow knew exactly what she had discovered.
“Someone is watching me,” she whispered.
I felt a chill run down my back.
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then what does this have to do with me?”
Another pause.
“Everything.”
I looked at the note again.
“Why did you leave this in the car?”
“Because I couldn’t trust anyone in my house.”
Her voice cracked.
“And I couldn’t trust my children.”
I suddenly remembered something.
Her son smirking when she accused me.
Her daughter standing with her arms crossed.
Neither had looked surprised.
“Mrs. Whitmore,” I
