Reeves and Associates, Estate Planning.
I barely slept.
***
I drove there the following morning.
The soft-spoken man, David, was a lawyer who met me in his office. I slid the photo across his desk.
“I need to know what my daughter has been doing with you.”
He studied me for a long moment.
“Sir, I can’t share the specifics of a client’s file. But I can tell you this. Whatever you think you’re looking at, you’re wrong. Go home. Talk to her.”
I slid the photo across his desk.
“Somebody sent me a package designed to make me hate her. I want to know who.”
David hesitated.
“I can’t confirm anything. But a woman came in a few weeks back, claiming to be a relative and asking about your daughter’s family paperwork. We turned her away at the front desk. Lily happened to be sitting in our waiting area at the time.”
