“Did nobody ask where he came up with fourteen thousand dollars in cash three days after our daughter died?”

“Nobody asks a grieving father where his money comes from,” Frank said.

“Not in a town this small.”

“Do any of these town filings mention a trust account?”

“No,” Frank said, shutting the binder with a dull thump.

“But the county tax records show he paid the thirty-two-hundred-dollar property tax on your house that same afternoon, in cash too.”

He peered at me over the top of his reading glasses.

“Where’d you find that key, Sarah?”