“I know.”
“But Eleanor may have believed there was.”
I looked at the frozen image of my mother.
“Who told her about the trust expansion?”
Naomi’s silence answered.
Very few people knew.
Me.
Sophia.
Naomi.
The trust accountant.
My commanding officer knew only enough to support the welfare investigation.
Grandpa’s old estate lawyer knew, but he had retired.
Captain Ruiz came to the hospital after the interview.
“This does not mean someone in your unit is involved,” she said.
“But someone knew enough.”
“Yes.”
“Could Audrey have found it in my files?”
“Possibly.”
“Could my mother?”
“Possibly.”
“But you don’t think so.”
Ruiz looked through the glass at Leo.
“I think someone pushed two resentful women toward a target they already wanted.”
That was the cleanest description of evil I had heard all week.
It does not always create the fire.
Sometimes it finds dry wood.
The next three weeks became a war fought with paperwork.
